Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

(Kane is in the nigga)

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

Who else really tryna fuck with Co.?
I'm with G, bro
Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna tell you something you prolly should know
This that Slumdog Millionaire flow
And uh, my real friends hearin' from me
Fake write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
That's why I and choose, I don't get shit confused
I got a small circle, I'm not with different
We walk the same path, but got on shoes
in the same building, but we got different views
I got a cars 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 strip club and all them 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 heaven's above it
We on, it's Young Money,
If you ain't runnin' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody some money in this bitch
And I got my B's with me like some honey in bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo
And I bust back, because I shoot first

me on the fresh train
Yes, I'm in the building, you on the list of guest names
And all of my riders do not give a fuck,
Guns turn you boys into pussies, sex
And I smoke 'til I got pains
And you niggas know I rep my gang Jesse James
Women are possessive, and they wanna possess
I fly so long I fell asleep on the fuckin' plane
Skinny and some Vans
me Triple-A, get my advance in advance, amen
As the spin and dance in my hands
Life is a beach, I'm playin' in the sand
Uh, wake up and the pussy
You niggas see me, but never overlook me
I'm on the paper trail, it ain't no tellin' where it me
Yeah, and I ain't a killa, but push me

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

Uh, how do he say never said?
Beautiful woman,
I bet that look better red
Limpin' off
'cause I more off my second leg
Birdman Junior, eleventh grade
Ball on start
I could hand it to or do a quarterback draw
Wildcat offense, check the paw
We in the building, you niggas in
No-now, c'mon, be my blood
Flo' so nice, you gotta put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the small fall under
Damn, where you at?
From where they make at
got the fuckin' beat jumpin' like a jumping jack
But you know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart
Hip-hop, I'm the heart of that, nigga, nothin' short of
President Carter, Young Money

Now me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven's above it
We on, it's Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show 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 back, because I shoot first

(We on, young mula baby)