Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

And she keep me; you know you the shit
Ladies your hands up, that's if you the shit
Walk up in the club and knew I was the shit
Shittin' on that's up in this bitch
You know you the
You know you the
You know you the
You you the shit
I I'm the shit

Pledge Allegiance to the shit, where ya hearts are
Matter fact, salute the shit, where ya parts are
Still make a fuckin' movie, girls what their parts are
I get brain in the whip, who a smart car?
Call me when it's beef, fuck alla this tartar
Niggas don't key, 'cept for when they start cars
They just out they ass, those are fart bars
I bring the toaster you pop tarts are
with funeral, getcha ass burried
You should shut you fruity ass up,
got that Rolls Royce
So this man,
Got bitches a ghost; Ms. Pacman
I know listenin'
I trace all
I buyin' Audemars to match my baseball
White and joint
Let's watch the
I'm gettin' big
You gettin' fees
You lil nigga just remember that you me
Write ya award and don't forget to thank me

What an I to do
try to be me on wax
These fuckin' Madame

And you know I'm the
And you know it don't matter whatchu think about,
'Cause nobody, ain't nobody, ain't nobody like me
Ladies askin' like; "Trigga one night, please"

nobody getting' married, but I am the best man
I be the greatest
I can't except nuttin' less
I had of 'em
And just in a section
They all swallow and gobble; call it
Women dance on my sac; it dickonics
The shit lips until it's hooked on phonic
brag at ya shawty; you know I probably had her
I'ma born
Porn star; she's a ghetto
Rockin' platinum, I never got the
I drop 30 grand up at Sacs
I made it out,
You how the hood be
I got the game sewed up like good weed
You got it all fucked up like a lace
I got the girls gettin' low like a drum
I got some shit
You on a bitch
ya purse, nigga
Get ya
I'm a dickhead
call me arrogant
One ... what the fuck you starin' at?
I'm the shit, boy
You can ask ya home
I'm gon' hold yours ... that's I get my own girl

And you I'm the shit
And you know it don't matter whatchu think about,
'Cause ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't nobody me
askin' questions like; "Trigga one night, please"

I 'em a believer, now my head big; Gina
'em with they ass big; Trina
Beat it up in private, and they it
So I'm Ikein', 'em Tina
Me, her and her
They dykin'; have you seen
I swear I'm then these mu'fuckas realize
Hit the club; all
Like seal
I am on earth
I'm tryna in heaven
fly wit me; MJ 2K11
Look in the mirror and it's clearer it has been
I talk shit to the homie like he my glass
I say "don't let the get of me
They want them of me, but I'm so much better
Aye, you how it better be
I'ma past niggas; cruise to a better sea
light, same night, but I'm in a better B
Plus my hoe hotter than Huxtable be
And she dirty like a thrown away berretta be

Now and fuck wit 'im
And if you don't really, I give a fuck, nigga
I'm on
So me if you can
And if you ain't know, I really give a damn
out to the girls in the club shakin' asses
Shout out to the
And with the furniture with
Now we wads of the cash in the plastic
I got whole shit mastered

And you I'm the shit
And you know it don't matter whatchu about, bitch
'Cause ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't like me
Ladies askin' questions "Trigga one night, please"
Ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't like me
nobody, ain't nobody, ain't nobody like me
Ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't nobody me
Ladies askin' questions "Trigga one night, please"