Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Myself

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

we be in the club
Bottles on
And god dammit, god
I'm feeling
'Cause get it all
And throw 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 dammit you the
You the sh*t, yes sir

Montana]
I be everywhere, know me
Catch me in the hundred bottles on me
I get busy a one line
In the drop getting head baby mind
We gettin' why you playing with it
Pool in the crib you could a water plane in it
Slick looking at the mirror
Big Kane bitch like Shakira
One five custom made car
Me and Will table like the bar
I love bad bitches my fuckin' problem
And I don't a fuck that's my fuckin' problem

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

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

I'll be everywhere, know me
Super, fresh, what a dope styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my
Givenchy, the chickens in check (ay)
All these car keys, drive chickens to my crib (ay)
Jewel heel, got slipping in my bed (ay)
She give me IQ, mean she get a head
I give the beats, I don't give a bread

we be in the club
Bottles on
And god dammit, god
I'm feeling
I'mma get it all
And throw it up
god dammit, god dammit
I'm feeling

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

Khalifa]
Doobie in my hand, Rollie on my
Got a bottle of that thousand dollar in my fist
Women in your sleep in my bed
So I don't need your brains I my ass kissed
But all my homies like give me some
Smoke joints our eyes turn Indian red
Takes shots till our chests
We got papers, bottles, mollies, all this get it started
The bigger the bill, the you ball
The bigger the watch, the bigger the car, the the star
The the chain, the farther you go, you already know
The bigger the that's more hoes, nigga
And I done spent a quarter on clothes
Coppin' them oldschools and puttin' foriegns on the
talk and if my fuel get low
I roll up another joint take a and reload, pow

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

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

up in the mirror
The mirror at me
The mirror be baby you the sh*t
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