Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

(Kane is in the nigga)

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

Who else really fuck with Hollywood Co.?
I'm Marley G, bro
Flying Hollygrove chicks to my shows
And I wanna tell you something that you prolly know
This that Slumdog Millionaire flow
And uh, my real friends hearin' from me
friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
That's why I pick and choose, I don't get confused
I got a small circle, I'm not different crews
We walk the same path, but got on different
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 like my chicks in
And these days all the girls is down to
I hit the club and all them bitches find a pole
Plus I been sippin', so this shit is movin' kinda
Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it's to go

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

Meet me on the fresh
Yes, I'm in the building, you on the list of guest names
And all of my riders do not a fuck, X-Games
Guns turn you boys into pussies, sex
And I 'til I got chest pains
And you niggas I rep my gang like Jesse James
Women are possessive, and they possess Wayne
I been fly so long I asleep 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, wake up and the pussy
You niggas can't see me, but never 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 know you at the top when only heaven's right it
We on, it's Money, motherfucker
If you ain't wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some in this bitch
And I got my bees me like some 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 what's said?
black woman,
I bet that bitch look red
Limpin' off
'cause I more off my second leg
Ma'fuckin' Junior, eleventh grade
on automatic start
I could hand it to Drake or do a quarterback
Wildcat offense, the paw prints
We in the building, you in apartments
No-now, c'mon, be my blood
Flo' so nice, you ain't put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the small fall under
Damn, you stumbled at?
From they make gumbo at
got the fuckin' beat jumpin' like a jumping jack
But you know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart
Hip-hop, I'm the heart of that, nigga, nothin' of that
President Carter, Money democrat

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

(We on, young mula baby)