Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Myself

I'll be everywhere, know me
Super, fresh, what a dope styling
on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy, keep the in check
All these car keys, drive chickens to my crib
Dru heel, got slipping on my bed
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 feeling
I'mma get it all
And I'mma it up
Like god dammit, god
I'm myself

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

[French
I be everywhere, everybody me
me in the club hundred bottles on me
I get busy a one line
In the drop head baby never mind
We money why you playing with it
Pool in the crib you could land a plane in it
Slick looking at the mirror
Big Daddy Kane bitch like
One five custom made car
Me and table looking like the bar
I love bad that's my fuckin' problem
And I don't give a fuck that's my problem

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

Cyrus]
Now everybody trippin' they poppin' molly
Up in the club, is you find me
I do it real big never do it
If you bout that bullshit please remind me
I step in motherfucker just to make it work
I get on the floor just to make that booty
Shake, shake that as* like a, like an
Shake, shake that as* like a, like an

I'll be everywhere, know me
Super, super fresh, what a styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my
Givenchy, keep the in check (ay)
All car keys, drive them chickens to my crib (ay)
Jewel heel, got somebody in my bed (ay)
She me IQ, that mean she get a head
I just give the beats, I give a bread

we be in the club
Bottles on
And god dammit, god
I'm feeling
'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 like baby you the
God dammit you the
You the sh*t, you the
God dammit you the
God you the sh*t
You the sh*t, yes sir

[Wiz
in my hand, Rollie on my wrist
Got a bottle of that thousand dollar in my fist
Women in your dreams in my bed
So I don't need your brains I my ass kissed
But all my homies like me some head
Smoke joints our eyes turn Indian red
Takes till our chests burn
We got papers, bottles, mollies, all this get it started
The the bill, the bigger you ball
The bigger the watch, the the car, the bigger the star
The bigger the chain, the farther you go, you already
The bigger the that's more hoes, nigga
And I done a quarter milli on clothes
them oldschools and puttin' foriegns on the road
Real talk and if my get low
I roll up another take a shot and reload, pow

be everywhere, everybody know me
Super, super fresh, a dope 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 somebody in my bed
She give me IQ, that she get a head
I just give the beats, so don't give a

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

up in the mirror
The look at me
The be like 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