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 right above it, we on, 'cause we on

Who else really tryna fuck with Co.?
I'm Marley G, bro
Flying Hollygrove to my Hollywood shows
And I tell you something that you prolly should know
This that Slumdog Millionaire flow
And uh, my real friends never from me
Fake write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
That's why I pick and choose, I get shit confused
I got a small circle, I'm not different crews
We the same 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 my chicks in twos
And these days all the girls is to roll
I hit the strip and all them bitches find a pole
Plus I been sippin', so this shit is movin' slow
Just my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go

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

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

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

Uh, how do he say what's never
Beautiful woman,
I bet that bitch better red
Limpin' off
'cause I made off my second leg
Ma'fuckin' Birdman Junior, eleventh
on automatic start
I could it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
Wildcat offense, check the paw
We in the building, you niggas in
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 fall under
Damn, you stumbled at?
where they make gumbo at
Kane got the fuckin' beat like a jumping jack
But you know me, I get on this and have a heart attack
Hip-hop, I'm the of that, nigga, nothin' short of that
President Carter, Young Money

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

(We on, young mula baby)