Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Myself

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

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

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

[French
I be everywhere, know me
me in the club hundred bottles on me
I get busy like a one
In the drop head baby never mind
We gettin' money why you with it
Pool in the crib you land a water plane in it
Slick looking at the mirror
Big Kane bitch like Shakira
One point five custom car
Me and Will table like the bar
I love bad bitches my fuckin' problem
And I give a fuck that's my fuckin' problem

[will.i.am]
And I don't give a fuck that's my M-O
I rock the whole globe no problemo
Been rocking coats since my first
And now I'm banging in the contine-no
And I done seen me slidin' out my 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' like the fuckin' Irish
I see the whole from my third Iris
I tour the word like a dirty pirate
To the whole club some Miley Cyrus

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

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

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

Look up in the
The mirror at me
The mirror be like 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

[Wiz
in my hand, Rollie on my wrist
Got a of that thousand dollar champagne in my fist
Women in dreams sleep in my bed
So I don't your brains I need my ass kissed
But all my homies like give me head
Smoke joints till our eyes turn red
Takes shots our chests burn
We got papers, bottles, mollies, all this let's get it
The the bill, the bigger you ball
The bigger the watch, the bigger the car, the bigger the
The the chain, the farther you go, you already know
The bigger the bank that's hoes, nigga
And I done spent a quarter on clothes
Coppin' them oldschools and puttin' 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, super fresh, what a dope
Hunny on my wrist, couple on my neck
Givenchy, keep the in check
All these car keys, them chickens to my crib
Dru heel, got slipping in my bed
She give me IQ, mean she get a head
I just give the beats, so don't a bread

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

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