Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

(Kane is in the nigga)

Now tell me how you it, you know you at the top
only heaven's right above it, we on, 'cause we on

Who else really tryna fuck Hollywood Co.?
I'm Marley G, bro
Flying Hollygrove chicks to my shows
And I wanna you something that you prolly should know
that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow
And uh, my real friends never hearin' 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 circle, I'm not with different crews
We walk the path, but got on different shoes
in the same building, but we got different views
I got a couple cars I get to use
Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in
And days all the girls is down to roll
I hit the strip club and all them find a pole
Plus I been sippin', so this shit is kinda slow
Just tell my girl to her friend that it's time to go

Now me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven's above it
We on, Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody some money in this bitch
And I got my B's 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

Meet me on the train
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 into pussies, sex
And I smoke 'til I got chest
And you niggas I rep my gang like Jesse James
are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne
I been fly so long I fell asleep on the fuckin'
pants and some Vans
Call me Triple-A, get my advance in advance,
As the world spin and in my hands
Life is a beach, I'm just playin' in the
Uh, wake up and smell the
You niggas can't see me, but never me
I'm on the paper trail, it no tellin' where it took me
Yeah, and I a killa, but don't push me

N, 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' 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 what's said?
Beautiful woman,
I bet bitch look better red
Limpin' off
'cause I made off my second leg
Birdman Junior, eleventh grade
Ball on automatic
I could hand it to Drake or do a draw
offense, check the paw prints
We in the building, you in apartments
No-now, c'mon, be my donor
so nice, you ain't gotta put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the small under that
Damn, where you at?
where they make gumbo at
Kane got the fuckin' beat like a jumping jack
But you know me, I get on this bitch and have a attack
Hip-hop, I'm the heart of that, nigga, nothin' of that
President Carter, Money democrat

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

(We on, young mula baby)