Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

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

Pledge Allegiance to the shit, hands where ya are
Matter fact, salute the shit, hands ya parts are
Still make a fuckin' movie, girls know what parts are
I get brain in the whip, who needs a car?
Call me when it's real beef, fuck alla tartar
Niggas don't touch key, for when they start cars
They just talkin' out they ass, those are bars
I bring the wherever you pop tarts are
Play funeral, getcha ass burried
You should shut you ass up, raspberry
Just got Rolls Royce
So this man,
Got bitches chasin' a ghost; Ms.
I know y'all
I all taps
I buyin' to match my baseball caps
and navy joint
Let's the Yankees
I'm gettin' big
You gettin' fees
You lil nigga remember that you ain't me
Write ya award and don't forget to thank me

What an I to do
try to be me on wax
These fuckin' Tussauds

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

Ain't nobody getting' married, but I am the man
I be the greatest
I except nuttin' less than
I had of 'em
And just in a section
They all swallow and gobble; it digestion
Women on my sac; call it dickonics
The read lips until it's hooked on phonic
I'ma at ya shawty; you know I probably had her
I'ma star
Porn star; she's a ghetto
Rockin' platinum, I never got the
I drop 30 grand up at Sacs
I made it out,
You how the hood be
I got the game sewed up some good weed
You got it all up like a lace front
I got the gettin' low like a bass drum
I got some shit
You on a trip
ya purse, nigga
Get ya
I'm suck a
They call me
One question ... what the you starin' at?
I'm the shit, boy
You can ask ya home
I'm gon' hold yours ... that's I get my own girl

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

I made 'em a believer, now my head big;
Like 'em with they ass Trina
it up in private, and they like it
So I'm Ikein', 'em Tina
Me, her and her
They dykin'; you seen 'em?
I swear I'm then these mu'fuckas realize
Hit the all balck
Like seal
I am hell on
I'm live in heaven
Come fly wit me; MJ
in the mirror and it's clearer than it has been
I talk shit to the homie he my glass twin
I say "don't let the get of me
They want instead of me, but I'm so much better
Aye, you know how it be
I'ma sail past niggas; cruise to a sea
light, same night, but I'm in a better B
Plus my hoe hotter Huxtable sweater be
And she talk like a thrown away berretta be

Now come and wit 'im
And if you don't really, I give a fuck, nigga
I'm on
So me if you can
And if you ain't know, I don't give a damn
Shout out to the in the club shakin' asses
out to the hood
And with the furniture plastic
Now we carry wads of the in the plastic
I got this shit mastered

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