Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

(Kane is in the nigga)

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

Who else really tryna fuck Hollywood Co.?
I'm Marley G, bro
Flying Hollygrove to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna tell you something you prolly should know
This Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow
And uh, my real friends hearin' from me
friends write 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
in the same building, but we got different views
I got a cars I never get to use
like my women single, I like my chicks in twos
And these days all the girls is down to
I hit the strip club and all them find a pole
Plus I been sippin', so this shit is movin' slow
Just tell my girl to her friend 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 Young Money,
If you runnin' wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some money in this
And I got my B's with me like some honey in bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't bust back, I shoot first

Meet me on the fresh
Yes, I'm in the building, you on the list of guest names
And all of my riders do not a fuck, X-Games
turn you boys into pussies, sex change
And I smoke 'til I got pains
And you know I rep my gang like Jesse James
are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne
I been fly so I fell asleep on the fuckin' plane
Skinny pants and Vans
Call me Triple-A, get my in advance, amen
As the world and dance in my hands
Life is a beach, I'm just in the sand
Uh, wake up and the pussy
You can't see me, but never overlook me
I'm on the trail, it ain't no tellin' where it took me
Yeah, and I ain't a killa, but don't me

N, now tell me how you it
You know you at the top when only heaven's above it
We on, Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain't wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now show 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 don't back, because I shoot first

Uh, how do he say what's said?
Beautiful woman,
I bet that bitch better red
Limpin' off
I made more off my second leg
Ma'fuckin' Birdman Junior, grade
Ball on automatic
I could hand it to Drake or do a quarterback
Wildcat offense, check the paw
We in the building, you in apartments
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 that
Damn, where you at?
From where they gumbo at
Kane got the fuckin' beat jumpin' like a jumping
But you know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart
Hip-hop, I'm the heart of that, nigga, nothin' of that
Carter, Young Money democrat

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 money 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 bust back, because I shoot first

(We on, young mula baby)