Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Myself

I'll be everywhere, everybody me
Super, super fresh, what a dope
Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my
Givenchy, keep the in check
All car keys, drive them chickens to my crib
Dru heel, got somebody on my bed
She me IQ, that mean she get a head
I just the beats, I don't give 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 look at me
The mirror be like you the sh*t
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

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

[will.i.am]
And I give a fuck that's my whole M-O
I rock the whole globe with no
Been rocking coats since my demo
And now I'm banging in the contine-no
And I seen me slidin' out my dope ride
I up the doors, suicide
I came from the bottom, the side
I it to the top cuz I do it fly
fuckin' lucky like the fuckin' Irish
I see the whole game from my Iris
I tour the whole word a dirty pirate
To give the whole club Miley Cyrus

[Miley
Now everybody trippin' like they poppin'
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 make it
I get on the floor just to make that twerk
Shake, that as* like a, like an expert
Shake, shake as* like a, like an expert

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause we be in the
on deck
And god dammit, god
I'm myself
'Cause get it all
And I'mma it up
Like god dammit, god
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 dammit you the
God you the sh*t
You the sh*t, yes sir