Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Livin Right

I need for the retail today I spent thousands, ayy
I'm gonna get my head on
whatever memory I'm feelin' (Ayy)
(I'm not anywhere Nico)

Put away problem (Tryna put away my problem)
I don't sell drugs, I cop 'em (I got drugs, cop 'em)
I be life all wrong (I be livin' life wrong)
I ain't livin' right, uh, I livin' right (Yeah)
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't right (Yeah)
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' (Yeah)
I livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right (Yeah)
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't right (Oh)

I livin' right (Nah)
We different sides (Sides)
I done sacrificed, and it me a mastermind (mastermind)
I done switched lanes, Bentley coupe got eyes
We got rich, hey, and I got mob ties (Mob ties)
Never sober, I always be (High)
I be likely bangin' a nine (Bangin' a nine)
Ain't no question, my gon' ride (Gon' ride)
You a bitch, you throw rocks and go (Go hide)
I just mixed the and some red
Couldn't pick one, it was hard to (Hard to decide)
Hit my niece, then I to the don (Talk to the don)
Got a new Bentley, can massage (Massage)
In the P.H., just me and my we alright (Alright)
On the P.J., sippin' codeine on flights (Long flights)
Damn, I forgot her name, only fucked her for one
To my Rollies rage, know young Gunna ain't living right
And put away my problems
I sell drugs, I cop em'
I be living all wrong
I livin' right (uh)
I ain't right (yeah)
I ain't livin' (uh)
I livin' right (yeah)
I ain't right (uh)
I ain't right (yeah)
I ain't right (uh)
I ain't livin' (yah, ohh)

spinnin'
They look my diamonds
Bitch my Glock got a
Man two times
I'm on two percs
don't feel right
But shit real right, slatt
This shit right? uh

This pure white crack
Yo might need
Lord she needed then nickle blows to function
that new Maybach, I'ma speed in it
Roll some in it
a freak in it
I'm a do me in it
Timid, all niggas timid, uh
All these pussy
in my sippy cup
I chug it, sip a lot
bitch on my dick a lot
I that's not your bitch, uh
Funny, to the bank, and it's, funny
in my brain I'm a junkie

I'm, not a,
Lotta cash, I'm a
I'm a,
Chopper leave your ass in the quick
Everyday I dash to the cash
I get
Gun on my hip, I can't risk
Desert eagle, I shoot, knock my back
And they put my problems
I sell drugs, I cop em'
I be living life all
I ain't right (uh)
I ain't livin' (yeah)
I ain't right (uh)
I livin' right (yeah)
I livin' right (uh)
I livin' right (yeah)
I ain't livin' (uh)
I livin' right (yah, ohh)

Tryna put away my
I got drugs, can I cop em?
I've been livin' wrong (yeah)
I've livin' right at all