Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

(Kane is in the nigga)

Now tell me how you it, you know 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 tell you something that you prolly should
This that Millionaire Bollywood flow
And uh, my real friends never hearin' me
Fake friends write the answers on the mirror for me
why I pick and choose, I don't get shit confused
I got a small circle, I'm not different crews
We the same path, but got on different shoes
Live in the same building, but we got views
I got a couple I never get to use
Don't like my women single, I my chicks in twos
And these all the girls is down to roll
I hit the strip club and all bitches find a pole
Plus I been sippin', so this shit is kinda slow
Just tell my girl to tell her that it's time to go

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' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody some money in this bitch
And I got my B's with me like honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't bust back, I shoot first

me on the fresh train
Yes, I'm in the building, you just on the 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 pains
And you niggas I rep my gang like Jesse James
Women are possessive, and they wanna possess
I been fly so long I asleep on the fuckin' plane
Skinny pants and Vans
Call me Triple-A, get my advance in advance,
As the world spin and dance in my
Life is a beach, I'm just playin' in the
Uh, up and smell the pussy
You niggas see me, but never 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 tell me how you it
You know you at the top when only right above it
We on, it's Young Money,
If you runnin' wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody some money in this bitch
And I got my bees with me like some 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 look red
Limpin' off
'cause I more off my second leg
Ma'fuckin' Birdman Junior, grade
on automatic start
I hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
offense, check the paw prints
We in the building, you in apartments
No-now, c'mon, be my donor
so nice, you ain't gotta put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the small fall under
Damn, you stumbled at?
From where they gumbo at
got the fuckin' beat jumpin' like a jumping jack
But you know me, I get on this bitch and a heart attack
Hip-hop, I'm the of that, nigga, nothin' short of that
President Carter, Young democrat

Now tell me how you it
You know you at the top when only right above it
We on, Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain't 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 this bitch, ya (Soo woo!)
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't back, because I shoot first

(We on, young mula baby)