Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

(Kane is in the nigga)

Now tell me how you love it, you you at the top
When only heaven's right above it, we on, we on

Who else really tryna fuck Hollywood Co.?
I'm with G, bro
Flying chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna tell you something that you should know
This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood
And uh, my real never hearin' from me
Fake friends write the wrong answers on the for me
That's why I and choose, I don't get shit confused
I got a circle, I'm not with different crews
We walk the same path, but got on shoes
Live in the building, but we got different views
I got a couple I never get to use
Don't like my women single, I like my in twos
And these days all the is down to roll
I hit the club and all them bitches find a pole
Plus I been sippin', so shit is movin' kinda slow
Just tell my to tell her friend that it's time to go

Now me how you love it
You know you at the top when only right above it
We on, it's Money, motherfucker
If you ain't wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show money in this bitch
And I got my B's me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't bust back, I shoot first

Meet me on the train
Yes, I'm in the building, you just on the list of names
And all of my do not give a fuck, X-Games
turn you boys into pussies, sex change
And I smoke 'til I got pains
And you niggas know I rep my gang Jesse James
Women are possessive, and wanna possess Wayne
I been fly so long I fell on the fuckin' plane
Skinny pants and Vans
me Triple-A, get my advance in advance, amen
As the world spin and dance in my
Life is a beach, I'm just in the sand
Uh, wake up and the pussy
You niggas can't see me, but overlook me
I'm on the paper trail, it ain't no tellin' it took me
Yeah, and I ain't a killa, but don't me

N, now me how you love it
You know you at the top when only right above it
We on, it's Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some money in bitch
And I got my bees with me like honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo
And I bust back, because I shoot first

Uh, how do he say what's never
Beautiful woman,
I bet bitch look better red
off tour
'cause I more off my second leg
Ma'fuckin' Junior, eleventh grade
Ball on automatic
I could hand it to Drake or do a quarterback
offense, check the paw prints
We in the building, you niggas in
No-now, c'mon, be my blood
so nice, you ain't gotta put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the small fall under
Damn, you stumbled at?
where they make gumbo at
Kane got the beat jumpin' like a jumping jack
But you know me, I get on this bitch and have a attack
Hip-hop, I'm the of that, nigga, nothin' short of that
President Carter, Money democrat

Now me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven's above it
We on, Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody some money in this bitch
And I got my B's with me some honey in this bitch, ya dig? (Soo woo!)
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't bust back, because I shoot

(We on, young mula baby)