Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

(Kane is in the nigga)

Now me how you love it, you know you at the top
only heaven's right above it, we on, 'cause 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 that you prolly should know
This that Slumdog Millionaire flow
And uh, my real friends hearin' from me
Fake friends write the wrong on the mirror for me
That's why I pick and choose, I don't get shit
I got a small circle, I'm not different crews
We walk the same path, but got on different
Live in the same building, but we got different
I got a cars I never get to use
Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in
And these days all the is down to roll
I hit the strip club and all them bitches a pole
Plus I been sippin', so this shit is movin' kinda
Just tell my girl to tell her friend that time to go

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 from it, motherfucker, all
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, because I first

Meet me on the fresh
Yes, I'm in the building, you on the list of guest names
And all of my do not give a fuck, X-Games
Guns turn you into pussies, sex change
And I smoke 'til I got pains
And you niggas know I rep my gang like James
Women are possessive, and they wanna Wayne
I been fly so long I asleep on the fuckin' plane
pants and some Vans
Call me Triple-A, get my advance in advance,
As the world spin and in my hands
Life is a beach, I'm playin' 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 where it took me
Yeah, and I ain't a killa, but push me

N, now me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven's right it
We on, Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all
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 never
black woman,
I bet that bitch look red
Limpin' off
I made more off my second leg
Ma'fuckin' Birdman Junior, eleventh
on automatic 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
so nice, you ain't gotta put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the small under that
Damn, where you at?
where they make gumbo at
Kane got the fuckin' beat like a jumping jack
But you know me, I get on this and have a heart attack
Hip-hop, I'm the heart of that, nigga, nothin' of that
Carter, Young Money democrat

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

(We on, young young baby)