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 tryna fuck with Hollywood Co.?
I'm Marley G, bro
Flying Hollygrove chicks to my shows
And I wanna tell you something that you prolly should
This Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow
And uh, my real friends never hearin' 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 circle, I'm not with different crews
We the same path, but got on different shoes
Live in the building, but we got different views
I got a couple cars I get to use
Don't like my women single, I like my in twos
And these days all the girls is to roll
I hit the strip club and all bitches find a pole
Plus I been sippin', so this is movin' kinda slow
Just tell my girl to tell her that it's time to go

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 in this bitch
And I got my B's with me some honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't bust back, because I 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,
turn you boys into pussies, sex change
And I smoke 'til I got chest
And you niggas know I rep my gang like James
Women are possessive, and wanna possess Wayne
I been fly so long I fell on the fuckin' plane
pants and some Vans
Call me Triple-A, get my in advance, amen
As the world and dance in my hands
is a beach, I'm just playin' in the sand
Uh, up and smell the pussy
You can't see me, but never overlook me
I'm on the paper trail, it no tellin' 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 only heaven's right above it
We on, Young 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 bees me like some 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 what's never
black woman,
I bet that look better red
off tour
'cause I more off my second leg
Birdman 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 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?
From they make gumbo at
Kane got the fuckin' beat like a jumping jack
But you me, I get on this bitch 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 heaven's right above it
We on, it's Young Money,
If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all
Now somebody show some 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)