Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

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

Pledge to the shit, hands where ya hearts are
Matter fact, salute the shit, hands where ya are
Still a fuckin' movie, girls know what their parts are
I get in the whip, who needs a smart car?
Call me when it's real beef, alla this tartar
Niggas don't touch key, 'cept for when start cars
They talkin' out they ass, those are fart bars
I bring the toaster wherever you pop are
with funeral, getcha ass burried
You should shut you ass up, raspberry
got that Rolls Royce
So this man,
Got bitches chasin' a Ms. Pacman
I know listenin'
I all taps
I buyin' Audemars to match my baseball
and navy joint
Let's watch the
I'm big deposits
You gettin' bank
You lil nigga remember that you ain't me
ya award speech and don't forget to thank me

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

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

Ain't nobody getting' married, but I am the man
I be the greatest
I can't except less than
I had of 'em
And that's just in a
They all swallow and gobble; call it
dance on my sac; call it dickonics
The shit read lips until hooked on phonic
I'ma at ya shawty; you know I probably had her
I'ma star
Porn star; a ghetto gagger
platinum, I never got the plaque
Still I 30 grand up at Sacs
I it out, nigga
You how the hood be
I got the game up like some good weed
You got it all fucked up like a lace
I got the girls low like a bass drum
I got some rich
You on a bitch
Grab ya purse,
Get ya
I'm a dickhead
call me arrogant
One ... what the fuck you starin' at?
I'm the shit, boy
You can ask ya home
I'm gon' hold yours ... that's I get my own girl

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

I made 'em a believer, now my head big;
Like 'em they ass big; Trina
it up in private, and they like it
So I'm Ikein', call 'em
Me, her and her
They dykin'; have you 'em?
I swear I'm then these mu'fuckas realize
Hit the all balck
Like eyes
I am hell on
I'm tryna live in
fly wit me; MJ 2K11
Look in the and it's clearer than it has been
I talk shit to the homie he my glass twin
I say "don't let the get of me
They want them instead of me, but I'm so better
Aye, you how it better be
I'ma sail past niggas; to a better sea
light, same night, but I'm in a better B
Plus my hoe than Huxtable sweater be
And she talk like a thrown away berretta be

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

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