Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

And she keep tellin' me; you you the shit
Ladies throw your hands up, that's if you the
up in the club and they knew I was the shit
Shittin' on everybody that's up in bitch
You know you the
You you the shit
You you the shit
You know you the
I I'm the shit

Pledge Allegiance to the shit, where ya hearts are
Matter fact, the shit, hands where ya parts are
Still make a movie, girls know what their parts are
I get in the whip, who needs a smart car?
Call me when it's real beef, fuck this tartar
Niggas touch key, 'cept for when they start cars
They just talkin' out they ass, those are fart
I bring the toaster you pop tarts are
Play funeral, getcha ass burried
You should shut you ass up, raspberry
Just got that Royce
So black man,
Got bitches a ghost; Ms. Pacman
I y'all listenin'
I all taps
I buyin' to match my baseball caps
White and joint
Let's the Yankees
I'm big deposits
You gettin' fees
You lil nigga just that you ain't me
ya award speech and don't forget to thank me

What an I to do
try to be me on wax
These fuckin' Madame

And you know I'm the
And you know it matter whatchu think about, bitch
'Cause ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't like me
Ladies askin' like; "Trigga one night, please"

nobody getting' married, but I am the best man
I will be the
I can't except nuttin' less
I had of 'em
And just in a section
They all swallow and gobble; it digestion
Women dance on my call it dickonics
The read lips until it's hooked on phonic
I'ma brag at ya shawty; you I probably had her
born star
Porn star; a ghetto gagger
Rockin' platinum, I never got the
Still I drop 30 up at Sacs
I made it out,
You know how the be
I got the game sewed up like some good
You got it all up like a lace front
I got the gettin' low like a bass drum
I got some shit
You on a bitch
ya purse, nigga
Get ya
I'm suck a
call me arrogant
One question ... what the fuck you at?
I'm the shit, boy
You can ask ya home
I'm hold yours ... that's until I get my own girl

And you I'm the shit
And you know it don't matter whatchu think about,
'Cause ain't nobody, nobody, ain't nobody like me
Ladies questions like; "Trigga one night, please"

I made 'em a believer, now my big; Gina
Like 'em with they ass Trina
Beat it up in private, and like it
So I'm Ikein', 'em Tina
Me, her and her
They dykin'; have you 'em?
I I'm doper then these mu'fuckas realize
Hit the all balck
seal eyes
I am hell on
I'm tryna live in
Come fly wit me; MJ
Look in the mirror and it's clearer it has been
I talk shit to the homie like he my twin
I say "don't let the get of me
They want instead of me, but I'm so much better
Aye, you how it better be
I'ma past niggas; cruise to a better sea
Same light, night, but I'm in a better B
Plus my hoe than Huxtable sweater be
And she talk like a thrown away berretta be

Now come and wit 'im
And if you don't really, I don't a fuck, nigga
I'm on
So me if you can
And if you ain't know, I don't really give a
Shout out to the girls in the club asses
Shout out to the
And with the furniture plastic
Now we carry wads of the cash in the
I got this whole shit

And you I'm the shit
And you know it don't matter think about, bitch
'Cause ain't nobody, ain't nobody, nobody like me
askin' questions like; "Trigga one night, please"
Ain't nobody, ain't nobody, nobody like me
Ain't nobody, nobody, ain't nobody like me
Ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't nobody me
Ladies askin' questions "Trigga one night, please"