Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Myself

I'll be everywhere, everybody me
Super, super fresh, what a styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple on my neck
Givenchy, the chickens in check
All car keys, drive them chickens to my crib
Dru heel, got slipping on my bed
She give me IQ, that mean she get a
I give the beats, I don't give a bread

we be in the club
Bottles on
And god dammit, god
I'm myself
'Cause get it all
And I'mma it up
Like god dammit, god
I'm feeling

up in the mirror
The mirror at me
The mirror be baby you the sh*t
God you the sh*t
You the sh*t, you the
God you the sh*t
God dammit you the
You the sh*t, yes sir

[French
I be everywhere, everybody me
me in the club hundred bottles on me
I get busy a one line
In the drop getting head baby mind
We gettin' money why you playing it
Pool in the crib you could land a water in it
Slick looking at the mirror
Big Daddy Kane bitch Shakira
One five custom made car
Me and Will looking like the bar
I love bad that's my fuckin' problem
And I give a fuck that's my fuckin' problem

[will.i.am]
And I don't give a fuck that's my M-O
I rock the whole with no problemo
Been rocking coats my first demo
And now I'm hoes in the contine-no
And I done me slidin' out my dope ride
I up the doors, suicide
I came from the bottom, the side
I it to the top cuz I do it fly
Feelin' fuckin' lucky like the Irish
I see the whole game my third Iris
I tour the word like a dirty pirate
To the whole club some Miley Cyrus

Cyrus]
Now trippin' like they poppin' molly
Up in the club, is you find me
I do it big never do it tiny
If you bout that bullshit don't remind me
I step in motherfucker just to make it work
I get on the floor just to make that booty
Shake, shake that as* like a, like an
Shake, shake that as* a, like an expert

I'll be everywhere, everybody me
Super, super fresh, what a styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple on my neck
Givenchy, keep the chickens in (ay)
All these car keys, them chickens to my crib (ay)
Jewel heel, got slipping in my bed (ay)
She give me IQ, that mean she get a
I give the beats, I don't give a bread

we be in the club
Bottles on
And god dammit, god
I'm feeling
'Cause get it all
And I'mma it up
Like god dammit, god
I'm myself

up in the mirror
The look at me
The be like baby you the sh*t
God dammit you the
You the sh*t, you the
God you the sh*t
God you the sh*t
You the sh*t, yes sir

Khalifa]
Doobie in my hand, Rollie on my
Got a bottle of that dollar champagne in my fist
Women in dreams sleep in my bed
So I don't need brains I need my ass kissed
But all my homies like give me head
Smoke till our eyes turn Indian red
Takes till our chests burn
We got papers, bottles, mollies, all this get it started
The bigger the bill, the you ball
The bigger the watch, the the car, the bigger the star
The bigger the chain, the farther you go, you know
The bigger the bank more hoes, nigga
And I done a quarter milli on clothes
Coppin' them oldschools and puttin' foriegns on the
Real talk and if my get low
I roll up another joint take a and reload, pow

I'll be everywhere, everybody me
Super, fresh, what a dope styling
on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy, keep the chickens in
All these car keys, drive them to my crib
Dru heel, got somebody in my bed
She give me IQ, that she get a head
I give the beats, so don't give a bread

we be in the club
Bottles on
And god dammit, god
I'm feeling
I'mma get it all
And I'mma it up
god dammit, god dammit
I'm feeling

up in the mirror
The mirror at me
The be like baby you the sh*t
God dammit you the
You the sh*t, you the
God you the sh*t
God you the sh*t
You the sh*t, yes sir