Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

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

Pledge to the shit, hands where ya hearts are
Matter fact, salute the shit, where ya parts are
Still make a fuckin' movie, girls know what parts are
I get brain in the whip, who needs a smart
Call me when real beef, fuck alla this tartar
Niggas don't touch key, 'cept for when they cars
They just out they ass, those are fart bars
I bring the toaster wherever you pop are
Play funeral, getcha ass burried
You should shut you ass up, raspberry
got that Rolls Royce
So this man,
Got bitches chasin' a ghost; Ms.
I know y'all
I all taps
I buyin' Audemars to my baseball caps
White and joint
watch the Yankees
I'm gettin' big
You gettin' fees
You lil just remember that you ain't me
Write ya award speech and don't forget to me

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

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

nobody getting' married, but I am the best man
I be the greatest
I except nuttin' less than
I had of 'em
And that's in a section
They all swallow and call it digestion
Women on my sac; call it dickonics
The shit read lips until it's hooked on
I'ma brag at ya shawty; you I probably had her
born star
Porn star; she's a gagger
platinum, I never got the plaque
Still I drop 30 up at Sacs
I made it out,
You know how the be
I got the game sewed up like 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 trip
ya purse, nigga
Get ya
I'm a dickhead
call me arrogant
One question ... the fuck you starin' at?
I'm the shit, boy
You can ask ya girl
I'm gon' hold yours ... that's until I get my own

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

I made 'em a believer, now my head big;
Like 'em with ass big; Trina
Beat it up in private, and like it
So I'm Ikein', 'em Tina
Me, her and her
They dykin'; have you seen
I swear I'm doper these mu'fuckas realize
Hit the club; all
Like seal
I am hell on
I'm tryna live in
fly wit me; MJ 2K11
Look in the mirror and it's clearer than it has
I talk shit to the homie like he my 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, same night, but I'm in a B
Plus my hoe hotter than sweater be
And she dirty like a thrown away berretta be

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

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