Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Myself

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I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin'
I'm feelin' my, feelin'
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' my, feelin'
I'm feelin' myself, I'm my, feelin' myself
I'm myself, I'm feelin' my

I'm with some hood lookin' back at it
And a good in my tax bracket
Got a black card let Saks have it
These Chanel is a bad habit
I-I do balls, Dal Mavericks, my Maybach, black
Bitch, never but I'm back at it
And I'm feelin' myself, jack
Feelin' myself, back off, cause I'm feelin' myself, off
Heard he thinks me when he whacks off
on? Wax off
National hats off, then I curve that nigga, like a bad toss
get a number 2, with some Mac sauce
On The Run Tour, my mask off

I'm feelin' myself, I'm myself
I'm feelin' my, feelin'
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' my, myself
I'm myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' myself
I'm myself, I'm feelin' my

Changed the game that digital drop
Know where you was when digital popped
I stopped the
Male or female, it make no
I stop the world, world
on

Kitty on pink, pretty on
gang, always keep them niggas on geek
Ridin' through Texas, fearin' for his
I whip it, I be talkin' so reckless
He said "Damn Nicki it's tight," I say "Yeah you right"
He say "Damn, bae, you so little, but you be takin' that pipe"
I say "Yes I do, gimme brain like NYU"
I said "Teach me, nigga, teach me, all this learnin' is by you"

I'm whippin' work, he diggin' that work
I got it, sips of that 36 of that real
full of that bounce baby
Come get you of that bounce baby

I'm myself, I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' my, feelin'
I'm feelin' myself, I'm my, feelin' my, feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin'
I'm feelin' myself, I'm my

Cookin' up the base, like a kilo
He just wanna taste, up my ego
Ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego
Ridin' through Texas, all off
bout that high-grade, baby hold up
I can your migraine

Bitches ain't got punchlines or
I have both and an empire
He gettin' gifts from Claus at the North Pole
I'm icy, but I'm prayin' for some more snow
Let that ho ho, let that ho know, he in love that coco
Why these bitches don't be learnin'
You bitches never get what I be earnin'
I'm still plaques, from my records that's urban
Ain't rely on top 40
I am a rap legend, go ask the kings of rap
Who is the and things of that
Nature, look at my finger, that is a glacier, hits a lazer
Trippin' on that work, off that purp
Flippin' up my skirt and I be all that work
trips with all them ki's, car keys got b's
Stingin' with the B and we be whippin' all that D
Cause we girls we flawless, we the poster girls for all this
We run around with ballers, only real niggas on my call list
I'm the big kahuna, go let them know
Just on song alone, bitch is on her fourth flow

You it don't you? Snitches!
Young