Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

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

Pledge Allegiance to the shit, hands where ya are
Matter fact, the shit, hands where ya parts are
Still make a fuckin' movie, girls know their parts are
I get brain in the whip, who a smart car?
me when it's real beef, fuck alla this tartar
Niggas don't touch key, for when they start cars
They just out they ass, those are fart bars
I bring the wherever you pop tarts are
Play with funeral, ass burried
You shut you fruity ass up, raspberry
Just got Rolls Royce
So black man,
Got bitches a ghost; Ms. Pacman
I y'all listenin'
I all taps
I buyin' to match my baseball caps
White and joint
watch the Yankees
I'm gettin' big
You gettin' bank
You lil nigga just remember that you me
Write ya award speech and 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 whatchu think about, bitch
'Cause ain't nobody, ain't nobody, 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 less than
I had of 'em
And that's in a section
They all swallow and gobble; it digestion
Women on my sac; call it dickonics
The read lips until it's hooked on phonic
I'ma brag at ya shawty; you know I had her
I'ma born
Porn star; she's a ghetto
Rockin' platinum, I never got the
Still I drop 30 grand up at
I it out, nigga
You know how the be
I got the game sewed up like some good
You got it all fucked up like a lace
I got the girls gettin' low a bass drum
I got rich shit
You on a bitch
ya purse, nigga
Get ya
I'm a dickhead
They me arrogant
One question ... the fuck you starin' at?
I'm the shit, boy
You can ask ya home
I'm gon' hold yours ... that's until I get my own

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

I made 'em a believer, now my head Gina
'em with they ass big; Trina
Beat it up in private, and they it
So I'm Ikein', call 'em
Me, her and her
They dykin'; have you 'em?
I swear I'm doper then mu'fuckas realize
Hit the all balck
Like seal
I am on earth
I'm live in heaven
Come fly wit me; MJ
in the mirror and it's clearer than it has been
I talk to the homie like he my glass twin
I say "don't let the get of me
They them instead of me, but I'm so much better
Aye, you how it better be
I'ma sail niggas; cruise to a better sea
Same light, same night, but I'm in a B
Plus my hoe hotter Huxtable sweater be
And she talk dirty like a thrown berretta be

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

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