Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

(Kane is in the nigga)

Now tell me how you love it, you you at the top
When only right above it, we on, 'cause we on

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

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

Meet me on the fresh
Yes, I'm in the building, you just on the list of guest
And all of my do not give a fuck, X-Games
turn you boys into pussies, sex change
And I 'til I got chest pains
And you know I rep my gang like Jesse James
Women are possessive, and wanna possess Wayne
I been fly so I fell asleep on the fuckin' plane
Skinny and some Vans
Call me Triple-A, get my in advance, amen
As the world spin and in my hands
Life is a beach, I'm 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 ain't no 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 right it
We on, it's Money, motherfucker
If you ain't wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some money in 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 bust back, because I shoot

Uh, how do he say what's never
Beautiful woman,
I bet that bitch better red
off tour
'cause I made more off my leg
Ma'fuckin' Junior, eleventh grade
on automatic start
I could hand it to or do a quarterback draw
Wildcat offense, check the paw
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?
From where they make at
Kane got the beat jumpin' like a jumping jack
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
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 runnin' wit' it, run it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some in this 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, because I shoot

(We on, young young baby)