Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

(Kane is in the nigga)

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

Who else really tryna fuck Hollywood Co.?
I'm Marley G, bro
Flying Hollygrove chicks to my shows
And I tell you something that you prolly should know
This that Slumdog Bollywood flow
And uh, my friends never hearin' from me
Fake friends the wrong answers on the mirror for me
That's why I pick and choose, I get shit confused
I got a small circle, I'm not with different
We walk the path, but got on different shoes
Live in the same building, but we got views
I got a couple I never get to use
like my women single, I like my chicks in twos
And these all the girls is down to roll
I hit the strip club and all them find a pole
Plus I been sippin', so this shit is kinda slow
Just tell my girl to 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 runnin' wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some money in this
And I got my B's with me like some in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't bust back, I shoot first

me on the fresh train
Yes, I'm in the building, you just on the list of names
And all of my riders do not give a fuck,
turn you boys into pussies, sex change
And I smoke 'til I got pains
And you niggas I rep my gang like Jesse James
are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne
I been fly so long I asleep on the fuckin' plane
Skinny pants and Vans
me Triple-A, get my advance in advance, amen
As the world and dance in my hands
Life is a beach, I'm playin' in the sand
Uh, wake up and smell the
You niggas can't see me, but never 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 heaven's right it
We on, it's Young Money,
If you ain't runnin' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show money in this bitch
And I got my bees with me like some in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't bust back, because I shoot

Uh, how do he say never said?
black woman,
I bet that look better red
Limpin' off
'cause I made off my second leg
Birdman Junior, eleventh grade
Ball on automatic
I could hand it to Drake or do a quarterback
Wildcat offense, check the paw
We in the building, you in apartments
No-now, c'mon, be my blood
Flo' so nice, you ain't put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the small fall under
Damn, where you at?
From where they gumbo at
Kane got the fuckin' beat jumpin' like a jack
But you know me, I get on this bitch and a heart attack
Hip-hop, I'm the heart of that, nigga, short of that
President Carter, Money democrat

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

(We on, young mula baby)