Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

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

Pledge Allegiance to the shit, hands ya hearts are
fact, salute the shit, hands where ya parts are
Still make a fuckin' movie, girls know their parts are
I get brain in the whip, who needs a car?
Call me when it's real beef, alla this tartar
Niggas don't touch key, for when they start cars
They just talkin' out ass, those are fart bars
I the toaster wherever you pop tarts are
Play with funeral, ass burried
You shut you fruity ass up, raspberry
Just got that Rolls
So black man,
Got bitches a ghost; Ms. Pacman
I know y'all
I trace all
I buyin' Audemars to match my caps
White and navy
Let's the Yankees
I'm gettin' big
You bank fees
You lil nigga remember that you ain't me
Write ya award speech and don't to thank me

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

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

Ain't getting' married, but I am the best man
I be the greatest
I can't nuttin' less than
I had of 'em
And just in a section
all swallow and gobble; call it digestion
Women dance on my sac; call it
The shit lips until it's hooked on phonic
brag at ya shawty; you know I probably had her
I'ma star
Porn star; she's a ghetto
Rockin' platinum, I got the plaque
Still I 30 grand up at Sacs
I made it out,
You how the hood be
I got the game sewed up some good weed
You got it all up like a lace front
I got the girls gettin' low like a bass
I got some rich
You on a trip
ya purse, nigga
Get ya
I'm a dickhead
They call me
One question ... what the fuck you at?
I'm the shit, boy
You can ask ya home
I'm gon' hold ... that's until I get my own girl

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

I 'em a believer, now my head big; Gina
Like 'em they ass big; Trina
Beat it up in private, and like it
So I'm Ikein', 'em Tina
Me, her and her
They dykin'; have you seen
I swear I'm doper then these mu'fuckas
Hit the club; all
Like seal
I am on earth
I'm live in heaven
Come fly wit me; MJ
Look in the mirror and 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 them instead of me, but I'm so much better
Aye, you how it better be
I'ma sail past cruise to a better sea
light, same night, but I'm in a better B
Plus my hoe hotter than Huxtable be
And she talk dirty like a thrown away be

Now come and 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 really give a damn
Shout out to the in the club shakin' asses
Shout out to the
And with the with plastic
Now we carry wads of the in the plastic
I got this whole mastered

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