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 above it, we on, 'cause we on

Who else really fuck with Hollywood Co.?
I'm Marley G, bro
Flying chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna tell you something that you prolly know
This Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow
And uh, my friends never hearin' from me
Fake friends write the wrong on the mirror for me
That's why I pick and choose, I don't get confused
I got a small circle, I'm not with different
We walk the path, but got on different shoes
in the same building, but we got different views
I got a couple I never get to use
like my women single, I like my chicks in twos
And these days all the girls is 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 girl to 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' wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all
Now somebody show some money in bitch
And I got my B's with me like some in this 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 'til I got chest pains
And you know I rep my gang like Jesse James
Women are possessive, and wanna possess 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 spin 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' it took me
Yeah, and I ain't a killa, but push me

N, now tell me how you it
You know you at the top when heaven's right above it
We on, it's Young Money,
If you runnin' wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody some money in this bitch
And I got my with 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

Uh, how do he say what's never
black woman,
I bet that bitch better red
off tour
'cause I made more off my leg
Ma'fuckin' Junior, eleventh grade
Ball on start
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 donor
Flo' so nice, you gotta put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the small under that
Damn, you stumbled at?
where they make gumbo at
Kane got the fuckin' beat like a jumping jack
But you know me, I get on bitch and have a heart attack
Hip-hop, I'm the heart of that, nigga, short 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' 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? (Soo woo!)
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't bust back, because I shoot

(We on, young mula baby)