Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

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

Pledge Allegiance to the shit, hands where ya are
Matter fact, salute the shit, hands where ya are
Still a fuckin' movie, girls know what their parts are
I get brain in the whip, who needs a smart
Call me when it's real beef, fuck alla this
Niggas don't touch key, 'cept for when they start
just talkin' out they ass, those are fart bars
I the toaster wherever you pop tarts are
Play funeral, getcha ass burried
You should you fruity ass up, raspberry
Just got that Rolls
So black man,
Got bitches chasin' a Ms. Pacman
I know y'all
I trace all
I buyin' Audemars to match my baseball
White and joint
watch the Yankees
I'm big deposits
You bank fees
You lil nigga just remember you ain't me
Write ya award and don't forget to thank me

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

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

nobody getting' married, but I am the best man
I be the greatest
I except nuttin' less than
I had of 'em
And that's just in a
They all swallow and call it digestion
Women on my sac; call it dickonics
The shit read lips until it's on phonic
I'ma brag at ya shawty; you know I had her
I'ma born
star; she's a ghetto gagger
Rockin' platinum, I never got the
I drop 30 grand up at Sacs
I it out, nigga
You know how the be
I got the game up like some good weed
You got it all fucked up like a front
I got the girls low like a bass drum
I got some shit
You on a bitch
Grab ya purse,
Get ya
I'm suck a
call me arrogant
One question ... what the you starin' at?
I'm the shit, boy
You can ask ya home
I'm gon' hold ... that's until I get my own girl

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

I made 'em a believer, now my big; Gina
Like 'em with ass big; Trina
Beat it up in private, and they it
So I'm Ikein', 'em Tina
Me, her and her
dykin'; have you seen 'em?
I swear I'm doper then these realize
Hit the club; all
Like seal
I am hell on
I'm tryna live in
fly wit me; MJ 2K11
Look in the mirror and clearer than it has been
I talk shit to the homie like he my glass
I say "don't let the get of me
want them instead of me, but I'm so much better
Aye, you know how it be
I'ma sail past niggas; cruise to a sea
Same light, same night, but I'm in a B
Plus my hoe hotter Huxtable sweater be
And she talk dirty like a thrown berretta be

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

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