Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

(Kane is in the nigga)

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

Who else really fuck with Hollywood Co.?
I'm with G, bro
Flying Hollygrove to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna you something that you prolly should know
This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood
And uh, my real never hearin' from me
Fake friends the wrong answers on the mirror for me
That's why I and choose, I don't get shit confused
I got a small circle, I'm not different 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
Don't my women single, I like my chicks in twos
And these days all the girls is to roll
I hit the strip club and all them bitches find a
Plus I been sippin', so shit is movin' kinda slow
Just tell my girl to tell her friend that time to go

Now tell me how you it
You know you at the top only heaven's right above it
We on, it's Young Money,
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 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 into pussies, sex change
And I smoke 'til I got chest
And you niggas I rep my gang like Jesse James
Women are possessive, and wanna possess Wayne
I been fly so I fell asleep on the fuckin' plane
Skinny pants and Vans
Call me Triple-A, get my advance in advance,
As the world and dance in my hands
Life is a beach, I'm playin' in the sand
Uh, wake up and the pussy
You niggas see me, but never overlook me
I'm on the trail, it ain't no tellin' where it took me
Yeah, and I a killa, but don't push me

N, now tell me how you it
You know you at the top when heaven's right above it
We on, Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all
Now somebody some money in this bitch
And I got my bees with me like honey in this bitch, ya dig?
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 look better red
Limpin' off
'cause I made more off my leg
Ma'fuckin' Junior, eleventh grade
on automatic start
I could hand it to Drake or do a draw
Wildcat offense, the paw prints
We in the building, you in apartments
No-now, c'mon, be my donor
Flo' so nice, you gotta put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the fall under that
Damn, where you at?
From where make gumbo at
Kane got the fuckin' beat jumpin' like a jack
But you know me, I get on bitch and have a heart attack
Hip-hop, I'm the heart of that, nigga, nothin' short of
President Carter, Money democrat

Now me how you love it
You you at the top when 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 in this bitch
And I got my B's with me 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)