Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Myself

I'll be everywhere, know me
Super, fresh, what a dope styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my
Givenchy, the chickens in check
All these car keys, them chickens to my crib
Dru heel, got somebody on my bed
She me IQ, that mean she get a head
I just give the beats, I give a bread

we be in the club
Bottles on
And god dammit, god
I'm myself
I'mma get it all
And I'mma it up
god dammit, god dammit
I'm feeling

up in the mirror
The look at me
The mirror be like you the sh*t
God dammit you the
You the sh*t, you the
God dammit you the
God dammit you the
You the sh*t, yes sir

[French
I be everywhere, know me
Catch me in the hundred bottles on me
I get busy a one line
In the drop getting head never mind
We money why you playing with it
Pool in the you could land a water plane in it
Rick looking at the mirror
Big Daddy bitch like Shakira
One point five made car
Me and Will table looking the bar
I love bad bitches my fuckin' problem
And I don't give a fuck that's my problem

[will.i.am]
And I don't a fuck that's my whole M-O
I rock the whole with no problemo
Been coats since my first demo
And now I'm hoes in the contine-no
And I done seen me slidin' out my ride
I open up the doors,
I came from the bottom, the side
I it to the top cuz I do it fly
Feelin' fuckin' lucky like the fuckin'
I see the game from my third Iris
I tour the word like a dirty pirate
To give the club some Miley Cyrus

Cyrus]
Now everybody trippin' like they poppin'
Up in the club, is you find me
I do it real big never do it
If you that bullshit please don't remind me
I in this motherfucker just to make it work
I get on the floor just to that booty twerk
Shake, shake that as* like a, an expert
Shake, shake that as* a, like an expert

I'll be everywhere, everybody me
Super, fresh, what a dope styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple on my neck
Givenchy, keep the in check (ay)
All these car keys, drive them chickens to my (ay)
heel, got somebody slipping in my bed (ay)
She give me IQ, that she get a head
I give the beats, I don't give a bread

'Cause we be in the
Bottles on
And god dammit, god
I'm myself
'Cause get it all
And throw it up
Like god dammit, god
I'm feeling

up in the mirror
The mirror at me
The mirror be like baby you the
God dammit you the
You the sh*t, you the
God you the sh*t
God you the sh*t
You the sh*t, yes sir

Khalifa]
Doobie in my hand, Rollie on my
Got a bottle of that thousand champagne in my fist
Women 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 joints till our eyes turn red
Takes shots till our burn
We got papers, bottles, mollies, all let's get it started
The bigger the bill, the you ball
The bigger the watch, the the car, the bigger the star
The bigger the chain, the farther you go, you already
The bigger the bank more hoes, nigga
And I done spent a milli on clothes
Coppin' oldschools and puttin' foriegns on the road
talk and if my fuel get low
I roll up another joint a shot and reload, pow

be everywhere, everybody know me
Super, super fresh, what a styling
on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy, the chickens in check
All these car keys, drive them to my crib
Dru heel, got somebody in my bed
She me IQ, that mean she get a head
I just the beats, so don't give a bread

'Cause we be in the
Bottles on
And god dammit, god
I'm feeling
I'mma get it all
And I'mma it up
Like god dammit, god
I'm feeling

up in the mirror
The mirror at me
The mirror be baby you the sh*t
God you the sh*t
You the sh*t, you the
God you the sh*t
God you the sh*t
You the sh*t, yes sir