Luyện nghe bài hát Feelin' Myself

I be everybody know me
Super, super fresh with a dope
Hunny on my wrist, couple on my neck
Givenchy the chickens in check
All these car keys drive them chickens to my
Dru Hill? Got somebody on my bed
She give me IQ, that she get ahead
I just give her beats, I don't her bread
we be in the club
Bottles on deck and god dammit, god dammit I'm myself
'Cause I'm get it all
And I'm a throw it up like god dammit, god I'm feelin' myself
Look up in the mirror, the mirror at me
The mirror be baby you the shit god dammit
You the shit, you the shit, you the shit god
You the god dammit, you the shit, you the shit

I be everywhere, know me
Catch me in the club bottles on me
I get busy a one liner
In the drop head baby never mind
We gettin' money why you with it
Pool in the crib you land a water plane in it
Slick looking at the mirror
Big Daddy Kane bitch Like
1.5 custom car
Me and Will looking like the bar
I love bad that's my fuckin' problem
And I don't give a that's my fuckin' problem

And I don't give a fuck that's my M.O
I rock the whole with no problemo
Been rocking coats since my demo
And now I'm banging in the continental
And I done me slidin' out my dope ride
I up the doors, suicide
I came the bottom, the sewer side
I made it to the top I do it fly
Feelin' fuckin' like the fuckin' Irish
I see the whole game from my Iris
I tour the whole word a dirty pirate
To give the whole club some Cyrus

Now trippin' like they poppin' molly
Up in the club, is you can find me
I do it real big never do it
If you about bullshit please don't remind me
I step in this just to make it work
I get on the floor just to make booty twerk
Shake, shake that ass a, like an expert
Shake, shake that ass a, like an expert

I be everywhere everybody me
Super, super fresh with a dope
Hunny on my wrist, karats on my neck
Givenchy keep the chickens in
All these car keys drive them to my crib
Dru Hill? Got somebody on my bed
She give me IQ, that mean she give me
I give her beats, I don't give her bread
we be in the club
Bottles on deck and god dammit, god dammit I'm myself
I'm gon' get it all
And I'm a it up like god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' myself
up in the mirror, the mirror look at me
The mirror be like baby you the god dammit
You the shit, you the shit, you the shit god
You the god dammit, you the shit, you the shit

Doobie in my hand, on my wrist
Got a bottle of that dollar champagne in my fist
Women of in your sleep in my bed
So I don't your brains I need my ass kissed
But all my homies like give me head
Smoke joints till our eyes Indian red
Takes shots till our chests
We got papers, bottles, mollies, all let's get it started
The the bill, the bigger you ball
The bigger the watch, the bigger the car, the bigger the
The bigger the chain, the you go, you already know
The the bank that's more hoes, nigga
And I done a quarter milli on clothes
Coppin' old schools and puttin' foreigns on the road
Real talk and if my get low
I roll up another joint a shot and reload, pow

I be everybody know me
Super, super fresh with a styling
on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy the chickens in check
All car keys drive them chickens to my crib
Dru Hill? Got somebody on my bed
She me IQ, that mean she get ahead
I just give her beats, I give her bread
'Cause we be in the
Bottles on deck and god dammit, god dammit I'm myself
'Cause I'm get it all
And I'm a throw it up god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' myself
up in the mirror, the mirror look at me
The mirror be baby you the shit god dammit
You the shit, you the shit, you the god dammit
You the god dammit, you the shit, you the shit yes sire