Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

(Kane is in the nigga)

Now me how you love it, you know you at the top
When only heaven's above it, we on, 'cause we on

Who else tryna fuck with Hollywood Co.?
I'm with G, bro
Flying Hollygrove to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna tell you something that you prolly should
This that Millionaire Bollywood flow
And uh, my real friends hearin' from me
Fake friends write the wrong answers on the for me
why I pick and choose, I don't get shit confused
I got a small circle, I'm not with different
We walk the same path, but got on shoes
in the same building, but we got different views
I got a cars I never get to use
Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in
And days all the girls is down to roll
I hit the strip club and all bitches find a pole
Plus I been sippin', so this shit is movin' slow
Just my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go

Now me how you love it
You know you at the top when heaven's right above it
We on, it's Young Money,
If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody some money in this bitch
And I got my B's with me like some honey in bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't bust back, because I shoot

Meet me on the fresh
Yes, I'm in the building, you on the list of guest names
And all of my riders do not a fuck, X-Games
Guns turn you boys pussies, sex change
And I smoke 'til I got chest
And you know I rep my gang like Jesse James
Women are possessive, and wanna possess Wayne
I been fly so long I fell on the fuckin' plane
Skinny and some Vans
me Triple-A, get my advance in advance, amen
As the world spin and in my hands
Life is a beach, I'm just in the sand
Uh, up and smell the pussy
You niggas see me, but never overlook me
I'm on the paper trail, it ain't no tellin' where it me
Yeah, and I a killa, but don't push me

N, now tell me how you it
You know you at the top only heaven's right above it
We on, it's Money, motherfucker
If you ain't wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some in this bitch
And I got my with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't bust back, because I first

Uh, how do he say what's never
black woman,
I bet bitch look better red
off tour
'cause I more off my second leg
Ma'fuckin' Birdman Junior, grade
Ball on automatic
I hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
Wildcat offense, the paw prints
We in the building, you niggas in
No-now, c'mon, be my donor
Flo' so nice, you ain't put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the small under that
Damn, where you at?
where they make gumbo at
Kane got the beat jumpin' like a jumping jack
But you know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart
Hip-hop, I'm the heart of that, nigga, nothin' short of
Carter, Young Money democrat

Now tell me how you it
You know you at the top when only heaven's above it
We on, it's Money, motherfucker
If you runnin' wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show money in this bitch
And I got my B's with me like some honey in bitch, ya dig? (Soo woo!)
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't bust back, I shoot first

(We on, young mula baby)