Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

(Kane is in the nigga)

Now tell me how you it, you know you at the top
When only heaven's above it, we on, 'cause we on

Who else really tryna with Hollywood Co.?
I'm Marley G, bro
Flying Hollygrove chicks to my shows
And I tell you something that you prolly should know
This Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow
And uh, my real friends never from me
Fake friends the wrong answers on the mirror for me
That's why I and choose, I don't get shit confused
I got a circle, I'm not with different crews
We walk the path, but got on different shoes
Live in the building, but we got different views
I got a cars I never get to use
Don't like my women single, I my chicks in twos
And days all the girls is down to roll
I hit the club and all them bitches find a pole
Plus I been sippin', so this is movin' kinda slow
tell my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go

Now me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven's right it
We on, Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some money in bitch
And I got my B's with me like some honey in bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't bust back, because I shoot

Meet me on the train
Yes, I'm in the building, you just on the list of guest
And all of my riders do not give a fuck,
turn you boys into pussies, sex change
And I smoke 'til I got chest
And you niggas know I rep my like Jesse James
Women are possessive, and they possess Wayne
I been fly so long I fell on the fuckin' plane
pants and some Vans
Call me Triple-A, get my in advance, amen
As the world spin and in my hands
is a beach, I'm just playin' in the sand
Uh, up and smell the pussy
You niggas see me, but never overlook me
I'm on the paper trail, it ain't no tellin' where it me
Yeah, and I ain't a killa, but don't me

N, now me how you love it
You you at the top when only heaven's right above it
We on, Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some money in bitch
And I got my bees with me like honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't bust back, I shoot first

Uh, how do he say never said?
black woman,
I bet that bitch better red
Limpin' off
I made more off my second leg
Ma'fuckin' Birdman Junior, eleventh
Ball on start
I hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
Wildcat offense, check the paw
We in the building, you niggas in
No-now, c'mon, be my donor
so nice, you ain't gotta put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the small under that
Damn, where you at?
From where they gumbo at
got the fuckin' beat jumpin' like a jumping jack
But you me, I get on this bitch and have a heart attack
Hip-hop, I'm the of that, nigga, nothin' short of that
Carter, Young Money democrat

Now tell me how you it
You know you at the top when only heaven's above it
We on, Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all
Now somebody show money in this bitch
And I got my B's with me like honey in this bitch, ya dig? (Soo woo!)
I got my gun in my boo
And I bust back, because I shoot first

(We on, young mula baby)