Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

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

Pledge Allegiance to the shit, hands ya hearts are
Matter fact, salute the shit, hands where ya are
Still make a fuckin' movie, girls know what their are
I get brain in the whip, who needs a smart
Call me when it's real beef, fuck alla tartar
Niggas don't touch key, 'cept for when they cars
They just talkin' out they ass, are fart bars
I bring the wherever you pop tarts are
Play with funeral, ass burried
You should shut you ass up, raspberry
Just got that Royce
So black man,
Got chasin' a ghost; Ms. Pacman
I y'all listenin'
I trace all
I buyin' Audemars to match my baseball
White and navy
watch the Yankees
I'm big deposits
You bank fees
You lil nigga remember 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 Madame Tussauds

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

Ain't nobody getting' married, but I am the man
I be the greatest
I can't except less than
I had of 'em
And that's just in a
They all swallow and gobble; it digestion
Women dance on my sac; it dickonics
The shit read lips it's hooked on phonic
I'ma brag at ya shawty; you I probably had her
born star
Porn star; a ghetto gagger
platinum, I never got the plaque
Still I drop 30 grand up at
I made it out,
You know how the be
I got the game sewed up like good weed
You got it all fucked up like a front
I got the girls gettin' low a bass drum
I got rich shit
You on a trip
ya purse, nigga
Get ya
I'm suck a
call me arrogant
One question ... the fuck you starin' at?
I'm the shit, boy
You can ask ya home
I'm gon' hold yours ... until I get my own girl

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

I 'em a believer, now my head big; Gina
'em with they ass big; Trina
Beat it up in private, and they it
So I'm Ikein', call 'em
Me, her and her
They have you seen 'em?
I swear I'm doper then mu'fuckas realize
Hit the club; all
seal eyes
I am on earth
I'm tryna live in
fly wit me; MJ 2K11
Look in the mirror and it's than it has been
I talk shit to the homie like he my glass
I say "don't let the get of me
They 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, night, but I'm in a better B
Plus my hoe than Huxtable sweater be
And she dirty like a thrown away berretta be

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

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