Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

And she keep tellin' me; you know you the
throw 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 you the shit
You know you the
You you the shit
You know you the
I know I'm the

Pledge to the shit, hands where ya hearts are
Matter fact, the shit, hands where ya parts are
Still a fuckin' movie, girls know what 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 key, 'cept for when they start cars
They just out they ass, those are fart bars
I bring the toaster wherever you pop are
Play with funeral, ass burried
You should you fruity ass up, raspberry
Just got that Rolls
So this man,
Got bitches chasin' a Ms. Pacman
I know listenin'
I all taps
I buyin' Audemars to match my baseball
and navy joint
Let's the Yankees
I'm gettin' big
You bank fees
You lil just remember that you ain't me
Write ya award speech and forget to thank me

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

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

Ain't nobody married, but I am the best man
I be the greatest
I can't except less than
I had of 'em
And just in a section
They all and gobble; call it digestion
Women on my sac; call it dickonics
The shit read lips until hooked on phonic
I'ma brag at ya shawty; you I probably had her
born star
Porn star; a ghetto gagger
Rockin' platinum, I got the plaque
I drop 30 grand up at Sacs
I it out, nigga
You how the hood be
I got the sewed up like some good weed
You got it all up like a lace front
I got the gettin' low like a bass drum
I got some rich
You on a bitch
ya purse, nigga
Get ya
I'm suck a
call me arrogant
One question ... the fuck you starin' at?
I'm the shit, boy
You can ask ya home
I'm gon' yours ... that's until I get my own girl

And you know I'm the
And you know it don't matter 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 big;
Like 'em with they ass Trina
Beat it up in private, and they it
So I'm Ikein', 'em Tina
Me, her and her
They have you seen 'em?
I swear I'm then these mu'fuckas realize
Hit the all balck
seal eyes
I am hell on
I'm live in heaven
fly wit me; MJ 2K11
Look in the mirror and 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 want them of me, but I'm so much better
Aye, you know how it be
I'ma sail niggas; cruise to a better sea
Same light, night, but I'm in a better B
Plus my hoe hotter than sweater 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
Shout out to the in the club shakin' asses
Shout out to the
And with the with plastic
Now we carry of the cash in the plastic
I got this shit mastered

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