Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

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

Pledge Allegiance to the shit, hands ya hearts are
Matter fact, the shit, hands where ya parts are
Still make a fuckin' movie, know what their parts are
I get brain in the whip, who a smart car?
Call me when it's beef, fuck alla this tartar
Niggas don't touch key, 'cept for they start cars
They just talkin' out they ass, those are fart
I bring the toaster you pop tarts are
with funeral, getcha ass burried
You should shut you ass up, raspberry
Just got Rolls Royce
So black man,
Got bitches chasin' a Ms. Pacman
I know listenin'
I trace all
I buyin' to match my baseball caps
White and joint
watch the Yankees
I'm big deposits
You bank fees
You lil nigga just remember you ain't me
ya award speech and don't forget 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 about, bitch
'Cause ain't nobody, nobody, ain't nobody like me
Ladies askin' like; "Trigga one night, please"

Ain't nobody married, but I am the best man
I be the greatest
I can't except nuttin' than
I had of 'em
And that's in a section
all swallow and gobble; call it digestion
Women dance on my 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 born
Porn she's a ghetto 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 some weed
You got it all up like a lace front
I got the girls gettin' low like a drum
I got some shit
You on a bitch
ya purse, nigga
Get ya
I'm suck a
call me arrogant
One ... what the fuck you starin' at?
I'm the shit, boy
You can ask ya home
I'm gon' yours ... that's until I get my own girl

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

I made 'em a believer, now my head Gina
'em with they ass big; Trina
Beat it up in private, and they 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 on earth
I'm live in heaven
Come fly wit me; MJ
Look in the mirror and it's than it has been
I talk shit to the homie he my glass twin
I say "don't let the get of me
They them instead of me, but I'm so much better
Aye, you how it better be
I'ma sail past niggas; to a better sea
light, same night, but I'm in a better B
Plus my hoe hotter than sweater be
And she dirty 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 ain't know, I don't really a damn
Shout out to the girls in the shakin' asses
out to the hood
And with the furniture plastic
Now we carry of the cash in the plastic
I got this whole shit

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