Luyện nghe bài hát Right Above It

(Kane is in the nigga)

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

Who else really fuck with Hollywood Co.?
I'm with G, bro
Flying Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood
And I wanna tell you something you prolly should know
This Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow
And uh, my real friends never from me
Fake friends write the wrong on the mirror for me
That's why I pick and choose, I get shit confused
I got a small circle, I'm not different crews
We walk the same path, but got on shoes
Live in the building, but we got different views
I got a couple I never get to use
like my women single, I like my chicks in twos
And days all the girls is down to roll
I hit the strip and all them bitches find a pole
Plus I been sippin', so this is movin' kinda slow
Just tell my girl to tell her that it's time to go

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

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 give a fuck,
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 wanna possess Wayne
I been fly so long I fell asleep on the plane
Skinny and some Vans
Call me Triple-A, get my in advance, amen
As the spin and dance in my hands
Life is a beach, I'm just playin' in the
Uh, up and smell the pussy
You can't see me, but never 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 only heaven's right above it
We on, Young Money, motherfucker
If you runnin' wit' 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, I shoot first

Uh, how do he say what's said?
Beautiful woman,
I bet that bitch better red
off tour
'cause I made more off my leg
Ma'fuckin' Birdman Junior, grade
on automatic start
I hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
Wildcat offense, check the paw
We in the building, you niggas in
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 under that
Damn, you stumbled at?
From where they make at
got the fuckin' beat jumpin' like a jumping jack
But you know me, I get on bitch and have a heart attack
Hip-hop, I'm the heart of that, nigga, nothin' short of
President Carter, Young democrat

Now tell me how you it
You know you at the top when heaven's right above it
We on, it's Money, motherfucker
If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run it, motherfucker, all right
Now somebody show some 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, I shoot first

(We on, young young baby)