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 tryna fuck with Co.?
I'm Marley G, bro
Flying chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I tell you something that you prolly should know
This that Millionaire Bollywood flow
And uh, my real friends never hearin' me
Fake friends write the wrong answers on the for me
That's why I pick and choose, I don't get confused
I got a small circle, I'm not with crews
We the same path, but got on different 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 days all the girls is down to roll
I hit the strip club and all them find a pole
I been sippin', so this shit is movin' kinda slow
Just tell my girl to tell her friend 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, Young Money, motherfucker
If you runnin' wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show money 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, I shoot first

Meet me on the train
Yes, I'm in the building, you just on the list of names
And all of my riders do not give a fuck,
Guns turn you into pussies, sex change
And I 'til I got chest pains
And you niggas know I rep my gang like James
Women are possessive, and they wanna Wayne
I been fly so long I fell asleep on the fuckin'
Skinny pants and Vans
me Triple-A, get my advance in advance, amen
As the world spin and dance in my
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 tellin' where it me
Yeah, and I a killa, but don't push me

N, now me how you love it
You know you at the top when only right above it
We on, it's Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody some money 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 bust back, I shoot first

Uh, how do he say what's said?
black woman,
I bet that bitch better red
off tour
'cause I more off my second leg
Ma'fuckin' Birdman Junior, eleventh
Ball on automatic
I hand it to Drake or do a quarterback 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 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, short of that
President Carter, Money democrat

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

(We on, young mula baby)