Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

(Kane is in the nigga)

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

Who else really tryna fuck Hollywood Co.?
I'm with 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 never hearin' from me
Fake friends the wrong answers on the mirror for me
That's why I and choose, I don't get shit confused
I got a small circle, I'm not different crews
We walk the same path, but got on different
Live in the same building, but we got different
I got a couple I never get to use
Don't like my single, I like my chicks in twos
And these all the girls is down to roll
I hit the club and all them bitches 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 me how you love it
You know you at the top 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 in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo
And I don't bust back, because I shoot

Meet me on the fresh
Yes, I'm in the building, you just on the of guest names
And all of my riders do not a fuck, X-Games
Guns you boys into pussies, sex change
And I smoke 'til I got pains
And you niggas know I rep my gang like James
Women are possessive, and they possess Wayne
I been fly so long I asleep on the fuckin' plane
pants and some Vans
Call me Triple-A, get my advance in advance,
As the spin and dance in my hands
Life is a beach, I'm just in the sand
Uh, wake up and smell the
You niggas can't see me, but overlook me
I'm on the paper trail, it no tellin' where it took 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 above it
We on, it's Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show money in this bitch
And I got my with 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?
Beautiful woman,
I bet that bitch better red
Limpin' off
'cause I made off my second leg
Birdman Junior, eleventh grade
Ball on start
I could hand it to Drake or do a quarterback
offense, check the paw prints
We in the building, you in apartments
No-now, c'mon, be my donor
Flo' so nice, you gotta put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the small under that
Damn, you stumbled at?
From they make gumbo at
Kane got the fuckin' beat jumpin' like a jumping
But you know me, I get on this bitch and a heart attack
Hip-hop, I'm the of that, nigga, nothin' short of that
President Carter, Young democrat

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

(We on, young young baby)