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 right above it, we on, we on

Who else tryna fuck with Hollywood Co.?
I'm with G, bro
Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna tell you something that you prolly should
This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood
And uh, my real friends hearin' from me
Fake friends write the wrong answers on the for me
That's why I pick and choose, I get shit confused
I got a small circle, I'm not with different
We the same path, but got on different shoes
Live in the same building, but we got different
I got a couple I never get to use
Don't like my single, I like my chicks in twos
And these days all the girls is to roll
I hit the strip and all them bitches find a pole
Plus I been sippin', so this is movin' kinda slow
Just my girl 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, Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some 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 don't bust back, because I shoot

Meet me on the fresh
Yes, I'm in the building, you just on the list of names
And all of my do not give a fuck, X-Games
Guns turn you boys pussies, sex change
And I 'til I got chest pains
And you niggas know I rep my gang Jesse James
Women are possessive, and they possess Wayne
I been fly so long I fell asleep on the plane
pants and some Vans
Call me Triple-A, get my in advance, amen
As the world and dance in my hands
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' where it me
Yeah, and I ain't a killa, but push me

N, now tell me how you 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 show some money in bitch
And I got my bees with me like some honey in bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't bust back, because I first

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

Now me how you love it
You know you at the top when heaven's right above it
We on, Young Money, motherfucker
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 honey in this bitch, ya dig? (Soo woo!)
I got my gun in my boo
And I bust back, because I shoot first

(We on, young mula baby)