Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

(Kane is in the nigga)

Now tell me how you love it, you you at the top
When only heaven's right 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 you something that you prolly should know
This Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow
And uh, my real never hearin' from me
Fake friends write the answers on the mirror for me
That's why I pick and choose, I don't get shit
I got a small circle, I'm not with different
We walk the same path, but got on different
Live in the building, but we got different views
I got a couple cars I get to use
Don't like my single, I like my chicks in twos
And these all the girls is down to roll
I hit the strip club and all bitches find a pole
Plus I sippin', so this shit is movin' kinda slow
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 only heaven's right above it
We on, it's Money, motherfucker
If you ain't wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some money in bitch
And I got my B's with me like some in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't bust back, because I first

me on the fresh train
Yes, I'm in the building, you just on the list of names
And all of my riders do not a fuck, X-Games
Guns turn you boys pussies, sex change
And I 'til I got chest pains
And you niggas know I rep my gang Jesse James
Women are possessive, and they wanna Wayne
I been fly so long I fell on the fuckin' plane
Skinny and some Vans
Call me Triple-A, get my in advance, amen
As the world and dance in my hands
is a beach, I'm just playin' in the sand
Uh, wake up and smell the
You can't see me, but never overlook me
I'm on the trail, it ain't no tellin' where it took me
Yeah, and I ain't a killa, but push me

N, now me how you love it
You you at the top when only heaven's right above it
We on, it's Young Money,
If you ain't runnin' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody some money 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, because I shoot

Uh, how do he say what's said?
black woman,
I bet that bitch better red
off tour
'cause I more off my second leg
Birdman Junior, eleventh grade
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
Flo' so nice, you gotta put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the small fall that
Damn, you stumbled at?
where they make gumbo at
Kane got the fuckin' beat jumpin' a jumping jack
But you know me, I get on bitch and have a heart attack
Hip-hop, I'm the of that, nigga, nothin' short of that
President Carter, Money democrat

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

(We on, young mula baby)