Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

(Kane is in the nigga)

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

Who else really fuck with Hollywood Co.?
I'm Marley G, bro
Flying Hollygrove to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna tell you something that you should know
This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood
And uh, my real friends hearin' from me
Fake friends write the answers on the mirror for me
That's why I pick and choose, I don't get shit
I got a small circle, I'm not different crews
We walk the path, but got on different shoes
Live in the building, but we got different views
I got a cars I never get to use
Don't 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 movin' kinda
Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it's to go

Now me how you love it
You know you at the top when only right above it
We on, it's Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all
Now somebody show some in this bitch
And I got my B's with me like some honey in bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't back, because I shoot first

Meet me on the train
Yes, I'm in the building, you just on the list of names
And all of my riders do not a fuck, X-Games
turn you boys into pussies, sex change
And I smoke I got chest pains
And you niggas know I rep my gang like Jesse
Women are possessive, and they wanna Wayne
I fly so long I fell asleep on the fuckin' plane
pants and some Vans
Call me Triple-A, get my in advance, amen
As the spin and dance in my hands
is a beach, I'm just playin' in the sand
Uh, up and smell the pussy
You niggas can't see me, but overlook me
I'm on the paper trail, it ain't no tellin' where it me
Yeah, and I ain't a killa, but don't 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 some money in this bitch
And I got my bees me like some honey 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 bitch better red
Limpin' off
'cause I made more off my leg
Ma'fuckin' Birdman Junior, eleventh
Ball on automatic
I hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
offense, check the paw prints
We in the building, you in apartments
No-now, c'mon, be my donor
Flo' so nice, you ain't put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the fall under that
Damn, you stumbled at?
where they make gumbo at
Kane got the fuckin' beat jumpin' like a jumping
But you know me, I get on this bitch and have a attack
Hip-hop, I'm the of that, nigga, nothin' short of that
President Carter, Money democrat

Now me how you love it
You know you at the top only heaven's right above it
We on, it's Young Money,
If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show money in this bitch
And I got my B's with me some honey in this bitch, ya dig? (Soo woo!)
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't bust back, because I shoot

(We on, young young baby)