Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

(Kane is in the nigga)

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

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

Now me how you love it
You know you at the top when heaven's right above it
We on, it's Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some in this bitch
And I got my B's with me like some honey in this bitch, ya
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 on the list of guest names
And all of my riders do not a fuck, X-Games
Guns turn you boys pussies, sex change
And I smoke 'til I got chest
And you niggas know I rep my like Jesse James
Women are possessive, and wanna possess Wayne
I been fly so long I fell asleep on the plane
Skinny pants and Vans
Call me Triple-A, get my in advance, amen
As the world spin and dance in my
is a beach, I'm just playin' in the sand
Uh, wake up and smell the
You niggas can't see me, but never 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 tell me how you it
You you at the top when only heaven's 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 some honey in this bitch, ya
I got my gun in my boo
And I bust back, because I shoot first

Uh, how do he say what's said?
black woman,
I bet bitch look better red
off tour
'cause I made off my second leg
Birdman Junior, eleventh grade
Ball on start
I could hand it to Drake or do a draw
Wildcat offense, check the paw
We in the building, you in apartments
No-now, c'mon, be my blood
Flo' so nice, you ain't 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 me, I get on this bitch and have a heart attack
Hip-hop, I'm the of that, nigga, nothin' short of that
President Carter, Young Money

Now tell me how you it
You know you at the top only heaven's right above it
We on, it's Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run it, motherfucker, all right
Now show 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 don't bust back, because I first

(We on, young mula baby)