Luyện nghe bài hát Feeling Myself

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

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

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

Montana]
I be everywhere, know me
Catch me in the club hundred on me
I get busy like a one
In the drop head baby never mind
We gettin' why you playing with it
in the crib you could land a water plane in it
Slick Rick at the mirror
Big Daddy bitch like Shakira
One five custom made car
Me and Will table looking the bar
I bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem
And I don't give a fuck my fuckin' problem

[will.i.am]
And I don't give a fuck my whole M-O
I rock the whole globe with no
Been rocking coats since my first
And now I'm hoes in the contine-no
And I done me slidin' out my dope ride
I open up the doors,
I from the bottom, the sewer side
I it to the top cuz I do it fly
fuckin' lucky like the fuckin' Irish
I see the whole from my third Iris
I tour the whole like a dirty pirate
To the whole club some Miley Cyrus

[Miley
Now everybody trippin' like poppin' molly
Up in the club, is you find me
I do it real big do it tiny
If you bout that bullshit please remind me
I step in this motherfucker just to make it
I get on the floor to make that booty twerk
Shake, shake as* like a, like an expert
Shake, that as* like a, like an expert

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

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

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

[Wiz
Doobie in my hand, Rollie on my
Got a bottle of that thousand dollar champagne in my
in your dreams sleep in my bed
So I don't need your brains I my ass kissed
But all my homies like give me head
joints till our eyes turn Indian red
Takes till our chests burn
We got papers, bottles, mollies, all this let's get it
The the bill, the bigger you ball
The bigger the watch, the bigger the car, the the star
The bigger the chain, the you go, you already know
The bigger the that's more hoes, nigga
And I spent a quarter milli on clothes
Coppin' them oldschools and puttin' on the road
Real talk and if my get low
I up another joint take a shot and reload, pow

I'll be everywhere, everybody me
Super, super fresh, a dope 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 in my bed
She give me IQ, that mean she get a
I just the beats, so don't give a bread

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

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