Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

(Kane is in the nigga)

Now me how you love it, you know you at the top
When only right above it, we on, 'cause we on

Who else really tryna with Hollywood Co.?
I'm Marley G, bro
Flying Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood
And I wanna tell you that you prolly should know
that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow
And uh, my real friends hearin' from me
Fake friends the wrong 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 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 my women single, I like my chicks in twos
And these days all the girls is down to
I hit the strip club and all bitches find a pole
Plus I been sippin', so this shit is movin' slow
Just tell my girl to her friend that it's time to go

Now tell me how you it
You know you at the top only heaven's right above it
We on, it's Young Money,
If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all
Now somebody show some in this 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, I shoot first

Meet me on the fresh
Yes, I'm in the building, you just on the of guest names
And all of my do not give a fuck, X-Games
Guns turn you boys pussies, sex change
And I 'til I got chest pains
And you know I rep my gang like Jesse James
Women are possessive, and wanna possess Wayne
I been fly so long I fell asleep on the fuckin'
Skinny pants and some
Call me Triple-A, get my in advance, amen
As the world spin and in my hands
Life is a beach, I'm playin' in the sand
Uh, wake up and smell the
You niggas see me, but never overlook me
I'm on the paper trail, it ain't no where it took 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 money in this bitch
And I got my bees with me like some honey in this bitch, ya
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't bust back, because I shoot

Uh, how do he say never said?
black woman,
I bet that bitch better red
off tour
'cause I made more off my leg
Ma'fuckin' Birdman Junior, grade
Ball on start
I could hand it to Drake or do a quarterback
Wildcat offense, the paw prints
We in the building, you niggas in
No-now, c'mon, be my blood
Flo' so nice, you gotta put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the fall under that
Damn, where you at?
From where make gumbo at
Kane got the beat jumpin' like a jumping jack
But you know me, I get on this bitch and a heart attack
Hip-hop, I'm the of that, nigga, nothin' short of that
President Carter, Money democrat

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

(We on, young mula baby)