Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

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

Allegiance to the shit, hands where ya hearts are
Matter fact, salute the shit, where ya parts are
Still a fuckin' movie, girls know what their parts are
I get brain in the whip, who needs a smart
Call me it's real beef, fuck alla this tartar
Niggas don't touch key, 'cept for when start cars
They just talkin' out they ass, those are bars
I bring the wherever you pop tarts are
with funeral, getcha ass burried
You should you fruity ass up, raspberry
Just got that Royce
So this man,
Got bitches a ghost; Ms. Pacman
I know y'all
I all taps
I buyin' Audemars to my baseball caps
and navy joint
Let's the Yankees
I'm big deposits
You gettin' fees
You lil nigga just remember that you me
Write ya speech 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 about, bitch
'Cause nobody, ain't nobody, ain't nobody like me
askin' 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 that's in a section
They all and gobble; call it digestion
dance 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
I'ma star
Porn star; a ghetto gagger
Rockin' platinum, I never got the
Still I 30 grand up at Sacs
I made it out,
You know how the be
I got the sewed up like some good weed
You got it all up like a lace front
I got the girls low like a bass drum
I got some shit
You on a bitch
ya purse, nigga
Get ya
I'm suck a
They call me
One ... what the fuck you starin' at?
I'm the shit, boy
You can ask ya girl
I'm gon' yours ... that's until I get my own girl

And you I'm the shit
And you know it don't matter whatchu 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 big; Gina
Like 'em with they ass Trina
Beat it up in private, and like it
So I'm Ikein', call 'em
Me, her and her
dykin'; have you seen 'em?
I I'm doper then these mu'fuckas realize
Hit the all balck
seal eyes
I am hell on
I'm tryna in heaven
fly wit me; MJ 2K11
Look in the mirror and it's clearer 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 instead of me, but I'm so much
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 Huxtable sweater be
And she talk dirty like a away berretta be

Now and fuck 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 really give a
Shout out to the girls in the club shakin'
out to the hood
And with the with plastic
Now we carry wads of the in the plastic
I got whole shit mastered

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