Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Myself

I'll be everywhere, know me
Super, fresh, what a dope styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple on my neck
Givenchy, keep the in check
All these car keys, drive them to my crib
Dru heel, got slipping on my bed
She give me IQ, that mean she get a
I just give the beats, I don't give a

'Cause we be in the
on deck
And god dammit, god
I'm myself
'Cause get it all
And throw it up
god dammit, god dammit
I'm myself

Look up in the
The look at me
The mirror be baby you the sh*t
God dammit you the
You the sh*t, you the
God you the sh*t
God you the sh*t
You the sh*t, yes sir

Montana]
I be everywhere, everybody me
Catch me in the club hundred on me
I get like a one line
In the drop getting head baby mind
We money why you playing with it
Pool in the crib you could a water plane in it
Slick looking at the mirror
Big Daddy Kane like Shakira
One point five custom car
Me and Will looking like the bar
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin'
And I give a fuck that's my fuckin' problem

[will.i.am]
And I don't give a fuck my whole M-O
I the whole globe with no problemo
rocking coats since my first demo
And now I'm banging hoes in the
And I done seen me out my dope ride
I open up the doors,
I came from the bottom, the sewer
I it to the top cuz I do it fly
Feelin' fuckin' lucky like the Irish
I see the game from my third Iris
I tour the whole word like a dirty
To give the whole club Miley Cyrus

Cyrus]
Now everybody like they poppin' molly
Up in the club, is where you me
I do it real big do it tiny
If you bout that bullshit please don't me
I step in this just to make it work
I get on the just to make that booty twerk
Shake, shake that as* like a, an expert
Shake, shake as* like a, like an expert

I'll be everywhere, everybody me
Super, fresh, what a dope styling
Hunny on my wrist, karats on my neck
Givenchy, the chickens in check (ay)
All these car keys, drive them chickens to my (ay)
Jewel heel, got somebody in my bed (ay)
She give me IQ, that she get a head
I give the beats, I don't give a bread

we be in the club
Bottles on
And god dammit, god
I'm myself
'Cause get it all
And throw it up
god dammit, god dammit
I'm feeling

Look up in the
The look at me
The mirror be baby you the sh*t
God dammit you the
You the sh*t, you the
God dammit you the
God dammit you the
You the sh*t, yes sir

Khalifa]
Doobie in my hand, on my wrist
Got a bottle of thousand dollar champagne in my fist
in your dreams sleep in my bed
So I need your brains I need my ass kissed
But all my homies give me some head
Smoke joints our eyes turn Indian red
shots till our chests burn
We got papers, bottles, mollies, all this let's get it
The bigger the bill, the bigger you
The bigger the watch, the the car, the bigger the star
The bigger the chain, the you go, you already know
The bigger the bank that's more hoes,
And I spent a quarter milli on clothes
them oldschools and puttin' foriegns on the road
Real talk and if my get low
I roll up another joint a shot and reload, pow

be everywhere, everybody know me
Super, fresh, what a dope styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple on my neck
Givenchy, keep the chickens in
All these car keys, drive them to my crib
Dru heel, got slipping in my bed
She me IQ, that mean she get a head
I just give the beats, so don't give a

'Cause we be in the
Bottles on
And god dammit, god
I'm feeling
I'mma get it all
And throw it up
Like god dammit, god
I'm feeling

up in the mirror
The mirror at me
The mirror be baby you the sh*t
God you the sh*t
You the sh*t, you the
God dammit you the
God dammit you the
You the sh*t, yes sir