Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

(Kane is in the nigga)

Now tell me how you it, you know you at the top
When heaven's right above it, we on, 'cause we on

Who else really tryna fuck with Co.?
I'm with G, bro
Flying Hollygrove to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna you something that you prolly should know
This that Slumdog Millionaire flow
And uh, my real friends never hearin' me
Fake friends the wrong answers on the mirror for me
That's why I pick and choose, I get shit confused
I got a small circle, I'm not with different
We the same path, but got on different shoes
in the same building, but we got different views
I got a couple cars I get to use
Don't like my women single, I like my in twos
And these days all the girls is to roll
I hit the club and all them bitches find a pole
Plus I been sippin', so this shit is movin' slow
Just tell my to tell her friend that it's time to go

Now me how you love it
You know you at the top when only right above it
We on, Young Money, motherfucker
If you runnin' wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some money in bitch
And I got my B's me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't bust back, because I shoot

Meet me on the fresh
Yes, I'm in the building, you just on the list of guest
And all of my riders do not a fuck, X-Games
Guns you boys into pussies, sex change
And I 'til I got chest pains
And you niggas know I rep my gang like Jesse
Women are possessive, and they wanna Wayne
I been fly so long I asleep on the fuckin' plane
pants and some Vans
Call me Triple-A, get my in advance, amen
As the world spin and in my hands
Life is a beach, I'm playin' in the sand
Uh, wake up and the pussy
You niggas see me, but never overlook me
I'm on the paper trail, it ain't no tellin' where it me
Yeah, and I ain't a killa, but push me

N, now me how you love it
You know you at the top when only right above it
We on, Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some money in this
And I got my bees with me some honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't back, because I shoot first

Uh, how do he say what's never
Beautiful woman,
I bet that look better red
off tour
'cause I made more off my leg
Ma'fuckin' Junior, eleventh grade
Ball on start
I could hand it to Drake or do a draw
Wildcat offense, the paw prints
We in the building, you niggas in
No-now, c'mon, be my donor
Flo' so nice, you ain't put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the fall under that
Damn, you stumbled at?
From they make gumbo at
got the fuckin' beat jumpin' like a jumping jack
But you know me, I get on this bitch and a heart attack
Hip-hop, I'm the heart of that, nigga, nothin' of that
President Carter, Young democrat

Now me how you love it
You you at the top when only heaven's right above it
We on, it's Young Money,
If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody some money in this bitch
And I got my B's with me like some in this bitch, ya dig? (Soo woo!)
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't bust back, because I shoot

(We on, young mula baby)