Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

(Kane is in the nigga)

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

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

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

Meet me on the train
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 turn you boys pussies, sex change
And I smoke 'til I got chest
And you niggas I rep my gang like Jesse James
Women are possessive, and they wanna possess
I fly so long I fell asleep on the fuckin' plane
pants and some Vans
Call me Triple-A, get my advance in advance,
As the spin and dance in my hands
Life is a beach, I'm just in the sand
Uh, wake up and the pussy
You can't see me, but never overlook me
I'm on the paper trail, it ain't no where it took me
Yeah, and I ain't a killa, but don't me

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

Uh, how do he say never said?
black woman,
I bet bitch look better red
Limpin' off
I made more off my second leg
Ma'fuckin' Birdman Junior, eleventh
Ball on start
I could it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
Wildcat offense, check the paw
We in the building, you in apartments
No-now, c'mon, be my blood
so nice, you ain't gotta put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the fall under that
Damn, where you at?
From where they gumbo at
got the fuckin' beat jumpin' like a jumping jack
But you know me, I get on this and have a heart attack
Hip-hop, I'm the heart of that, nigga, nothin' of that
President Carter, Young Money

Now tell me how you it
You know you at the top only heaven's right above it
We on, it's Young Money,
If you runnin' wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some in this bitch
And I got my B's with me like some honey in this bitch, ya (Soo woo!)
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't bust back, I shoot first

(We on, young mula baby)