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 they knew I was the
Shittin' on everybody that's up in this
You know you the
You know you the
You you the shit
You you the shit
I I'm the shit

Pledge Allegiance to the shit, hands where ya are
Matter fact, salute the shit, where ya parts are
Still make a fuckin' movie, girls what their parts are
I get brain in the whip, who needs a smart
me when it's real beef, fuck alla this tartar
Niggas don't touch key, 'cept for when start cars
They just talkin' out they ass, those are bars
I bring the toaster wherever you pop are
Play with funeral, getcha ass
You should shut you fruity ass up,
Just got Rolls Royce
So black man,
Got chasin' a ghost; Ms. Pacman
I know listenin'
I all taps
I buyin' Audemars to match my caps
White and joint
watch the Yankees
I'm big deposits
You gettin' fees
You lil nigga just that you ain't me
Write ya award speech and don't to thank me

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

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

Ain't getting' married, but I am the best man
I be the greatest
I except nuttin' less than
I had of 'em
And that's just in a
They all swallow and call it digestion
dance on my sac; call it dickonics
The shit read until it's hooked on phonic
I'ma brag at ya shawty; you I probably had her
I'ma born
Porn star; she's a gagger
Rockin' platinum, I never got the
Still I drop 30 up at Sacs
I it out, nigga
You how the hood be
I got the game sewed up like good weed
You got it all up like a lace front
I got the gettin' low like a bass drum
I got some rich
You on a trip
ya purse, nigga
Get ya
I'm a dickhead
They call me
One question ... the fuck you starin' at?
I'm the shit, boy
You can ask ya home
I'm gon' hold ... that's until I get my own girl

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

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

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

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