Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

(Kane is in the nigga)

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

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

Now tell me how you it
You know you at the top only heaven's right above it
We on, Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some money in 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 bust back, because I shoot first

me on the fresh train
Yes, I'm in the building, you on the list of guest names
And all of my do not give a fuck, X-Games
Guns turn you boys into pussies, sex
And I smoke 'til I got chest
And you niggas know I rep my gang like Jesse
Women are possessive, and they wanna Wayne
I been fly so long I asleep on the fuckin' plane
Skinny pants and Vans
Call me Triple-A, get my advance in advance,
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 can't see me, but never overlook me
I'm on the paper trail, it ain't no tellin' it took me
Yeah, and I a killa, but don't push me

N, 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 from it, motherfucker, all
Now show some money in this bitch
And I got my with 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 more off my second leg
Ma'fuckin' Junior, eleventh grade
Ball on automatic
I hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
offense, check the paw prints
We in the building, you in apartments
No-now, c'mon, be my donor
Flo' so nice, you ain't put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the small fall that
Damn, where you at?
From where they make at
Kane got the fuckin' beat jumpin' a jumping jack
But you know me, I get on this bitch and have a attack
Hip-hop, I'm the of that, nigga, nothin' short of that
Carter, Young Money democrat

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

(We on, young young baby)