Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Myself

I'll be everywhere, everybody me
Super, fresh, what a dope styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple on my neck
Givenchy, keep the chickens in
All these car keys, drive them chickens to my
Dru heel, got somebody on my bed
She give me IQ, mean she get a head
I just give the beats, I don't give a

'Cause we be in the
on deck
And god dammit, god
I'm feeling
'Cause get it all
And I'mma it up
god dammit, god dammit
I'm feeling

Look up in the
The mirror at me
The mirror be like baby you the
God dammit you the
You the sh*t, you the
God you the sh*t
God you the sh*t
You the sh*t, yes sir

Montana]
I be everywhere, everybody me
Catch me in the hundred bottles on me
I get busy a one line
In the getting head baby never mind
We gettin' money why you playing it
Pool in the crib you could land a water in it
Slick Rick at the mirror
Big Daddy bitch like Shakira
One point custom made car
Me and Will looking like the bar
I bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem
And I don't give a fuck my fuckin' problem

[will.i.am]
And I don't give a fuck that's my M-O
I rock the globe with no problemo
Been rocking since my first demo
And now I'm banging in the contine-no
And I done seen me out my dope ride
I up the doors, suicide
I came the bottom, the sewer side
I it to the top cuz I do it fly
fuckin' lucky like the fuckin' Irish
I see the game from my third Iris
I tour the whole like a dirty pirate
To the whole club some Miley Cyrus

[Miley
Now everybody trippin' like they molly
Up in the club, is you find me
I do it real big do it tiny
If you bout bullshit please don't remind me
I step in this motherfucker just to make it
I get on the floor just to make that twerk
Shake, shake that as* a, like an expert
Shake, shake as* like a, like an expert

be everywhere, everybody know me
Super, super fresh, what a dope
on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy, keep the in check (ay)
All these car keys, drive them chickens to my (ay)
heel, got somebody slipping in my bed (ay)
She give me IQ, mean she get a head
I just give the beats, I give a bread

'Cause we be in the
on deck
And god dammit, god
I'm myself
I'mma get it all
And throw it up
Like god dammit, god
I'm myself

up in the mirror
The look at me
The mirror be like baby you the
God you the sh*t
You the sh*t, you the
God dammit you the
God you the sh*t
You the sh*t, yes sir

[Wiz
Doobie in my hand, on my wrist
Got a bottle of thousand dollar champagne in my fist
Women in dreams sleep in my bed
So I don't need brains I need my ass kissed
But all my homies like give me some
Smoke till our eyes turn Indian red
shots till our chests burn
We got papers, bottles, mollies, all this get it started
The bigger the bill, the bigger you
The the watch, the bigger the car, the bigger the star
The bigger the chain, the farther you go, you already
The bigger the bank that's more hoes,
And I done spent a milli on clothes
Coppin' them oldschools and puttin' foriegns on the
Real talk and if my get low
I up another joint take a shot and reload, pow

I'll be everywhere, know me
Super, super fresh, what a styling
Hunny on my wrist, karats on my neck
Givenchy, keep the in check
All these car keys, drive them chickens to my
Dru heel, got slipping in my bed
She me IQ, that mean she get a head
I just give the beats, so don't a bread

'Cause we be in the
on deck
And god dammit, god
I'm myself
I'mma get it all
And throw it up
Like god dammit, god
I'm feeling

Look up in the
The look at me
The mirror be baby you the sh*t
God you the sh*t
You the sh*t, you the
God you the sh*t
God you the sh*t
You the sh*t, yes sir