Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

And she keep tellin' me; you know you the
throw your hands up, that's if you the shit
Walk up in the club and they knew I was the
Shittin' on everybody that's up in this
You you the shit
You you the shit
You you the shit
You you the shit
I I'm the shit

Pledge Allegiance to the shit, hands ya hearts are
Matter fact, salute the shit, hands where ya are
make a fuckin' movie, girls know what their parts are
I get in the whip, who needs a smart car?
Call me when real beef, fuck alla this tartar
Niggas don't touch key, for when they start cars
just talkin' out they ass, those are fart bars
I the toaster wherever you pop tarts are
Play with funeral, getcha ass
You should shut you fruity ass up,
Just got Rolls Royce
So this man,
Got bitches a ghost; Ms. Pacman
I know y'all
I all taps
I buyin' to match my baseball caps
and navy joint
Let's watch the
I'm gettin' big
You gettin' fees
You lil nigga just that you ain't me
Write ya award speech and forget to thank me

What an I to do
try to be me on wax
These fuckin' Madame

And you know I'm the
And you know it don't matter whatchu about, bitch
'Cause ain't nobody, nobody, ain't nobody like me
Ladies askin' like; "Trigga one night, please"

nobody getting' married, but I am the best man
I be the greatest
I can't nuttin' less than
I had of 'em
And just in a section
They all swallow and gobble; call it
Women dance on my sac; call it
The shit read lips until it's on phonic
I'ma at ya shawty; you know I probably had her
I'ma born
Porn star; a ghetto gagger
platinum, I never got the plaque
Still I 30 grand up at Sacs
I made it out,
You know how the be
I got the sewed up like some good weed
You got it all up like a lace front
I got the gettin' low like a bass drum
I got some shit
You on a bitch
Grab ya purse,
Get ya
I'm a dickhead
They call me
One ... what the fuck you starin' at?
I'm the shit, boy
You can ask ya girl
I'm gon' hold yours ... that's until I get my own

And you I'm the shit
And you know it don't matter whatchu about, bitch
'Cause nobody, ain't nobody, ain't nobody like me
askin' questions like; "Trigga one night, please"

I made 'em a believer, now my big; Gina
Like 'em they ass big; Trina
Beat it up in private, and they it
So I'm Ikein', 'em Tina
Me, her and her
They dykin'; have you seen
I swear I'm doper then mu'fuckas realize
Hit the club; all
seal eyes
I am on earth
I'm tryna in heaven
Come fly wit me; MJ
Look in the mirror and it's clearer it has been
I talk shit to the homie he my glass twin
I say "don't let the get of me
They want them of me, but I'm so much better
Aye, you how it better be
I'ma sail past niggas; to a better sea
Same light, same night, but I'm in a B
Plus my hoe hotter Huxtable sweater be
And she talk dirty like a away berretta be

Now and fuck wit 'im
And if you don't really, I don't a fuck, nigga
I'm on
So me if you can
And if you ain't know, I really give a damn
out to the girls in the club shakin' asses
Shout out to the
And the furniture with plastic
Now we carry wads of the in the plastic
I got whole shit mastered

And you I'm the shit
And you it don't matter whatchu think about, bitch
ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't nobody like me
Ladies askin' like; "Trigga one night, please"
Ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't nobody me
Ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't like me
Ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't nobody me
askin' questions like; "Trigga one night, please"