Luyện nghe bài hát Feelin' Myself

I be everywhere know me
Super, fresh with a dope styling
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 and god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' myself
I'm gon' 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 be like 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

I be everywhere, everybody me
Catch me in the club bottles on me
I get busy a one liner
In the drop head baby never mind
We gettin' why you playing with it
Pool in the crib you land a water plane in it
Rick looking at the mirror
Big Daddy bitch Like Shakira
1.5 made car
Me and Will table like the bar
I love bad bitches that's my fuckin'
And I give a fuck that's my fuckin' problem

And I give a fuck that's my whole M.O
I rock the globe with no problemo
Been rocking since my first demo
And now I'm banging hoes in the
And I done seen me slidin' out my ride
I open up the doors,
I from the bottom, the sewer side
I it to the top 'Cause I do it fly
Feelin' fuckin' lucky the fuckin' Irish
I see the whole from my third Iris
I tour the word like a dirty pirate
To give the club some Miley Cyrus

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

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

Doobie in my hand, on my wrist
Got a bottle of thousand dollar champagne in my fist
Women of in dreams sleep in my bed
So I don't need your brains I my ass kissed
But all my homies like give me some
Smoke till our eyes turn Indian red
Takes shots till our burn
We got papers, bottles, mollies, all this let's get it
The bigger the bill, the bigger you
The the watch, the bigger the car, the bigger the star
The bigger the chain, the farther you go, you know
The the bank that's more hoes, nigga
And I done spent a milli on clothes
Coppin' them old and puttin' foreigns on the road
talk and if my fuel get low
I up another joint take a shot and reload, pow

I be everywhere know me
Super, super fresh with a dope
Hunny on my wrist, couple on my neck
keep the chickens in check
All these car drive them chickens to my crib
Dru Hill? Got somebody on my bed
She give me IQ, that mean she get
I give her beats, I don't give her bread
'Cause we be in the
on deck and god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' 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 like baby you the shit god
You the shit, you the shit, you the god dammit
You the god dammit, you the shit, you the shit yes sire