Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

(Kane is in the nigga)

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

Who really tryna fuck with Hollywood Co.?
I'm Marley G, bro
Flying Hollygrove chicks to my shows
And I wanna tell you something that you should know
This that Slumdog Millionaire flow
And uh, my real friends never from me
friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
That's why I pick and choose, I don't get confused
I got a small circle, I'm not different crews
We walk the same path, but got on different
Live in the same building, but we got views
I got a cars I never get to use
Don't like my women single, I like my in twos
And these all the girls is down to roll
I hit the strip club and all bitches find a pole
Plus I been sippin', so this is movin' kinda slow
Just tell my girl to tell her that it's time to go

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

me on the fresh train
Yes, I'm in the building, you just on the list of names
And all of my riders do not a fuck, X-Games
Guns turn you into pussies, sex change
And I smoke I got chest pains
And you niggas know I rep my gang Jesse James
Women are possessive, and they wanna Wayne
I been fly so long I asleep on the fuckin' plane
pants and some Vans
Call me Triple-A, get my in advance, amen
As the spin and dance in my hands
is a beach, I'm just playin' in the sand
Uh, wake up and the pussy
You niggas can't see me, but never me
I'm on the trail, it ain't no tellin' where it took me
Yeah, and I ain't a killa, but push me

N, now me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven's right it
We on, Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain't wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some money in this
And I got my with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?
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 bitch look better red
Limpin' off
'cause I made off my second leg
Ma'fuckin' Junior, eleventh grade
Ball on start
I could it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
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, you stumbled at?
where they make gumbo at
Kane got the fuckin' beat jumpin' like a jumping
But you me, I get on this bitch and have a heart attack
Hip-hop, I'm the heart of that, nigga, nothin' short of
Carter, Young Money democrat

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

(We on, young mula baby)