Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

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

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

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

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

Ain't nobody married, but I am the best man
I be the greatest
I can't except nuttin' less
I had of 'em
And just in a section
all swallow and gobble; call it digestion
Women dance on my sac; call it
The shit lips until it's hooked on phonic
I'ma at ya shawty; you know I probably had her
I'ma star
Porn star; a ghetto gagger
Rockin' platinum, I got the plaque
Still I drop 30 grand up at
I it out, nigga
You how the hood be
I got the game sewed up some good weed
You got it all fucked up a lace front
I got the girls gettin' low like a bass
I got some rich
You on a bitch
Grab ya purse,
Get ya
I'm a dickhead
call me arrogant
One question ... what the fuck you at?
I'm the shit, boy
You can ask ya girl
I'm hold yours ... that's until I get my own girl

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

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

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

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