Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Livin Right

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

Put away every (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 right, uh, I ain't livin' right (Yeah)
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't right (Yeah)
I ain't right, uh, I ain't livin' right (Yeah)
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't right (Yeah)
I ain't livin' right, uh, I livin' right (Oh)

I livin' right (Nah)
We different sides (Sides)
I done sacrificed, and it made me a (mastermind)
I done switched lanes, Bentley got frog eyes
We got rich, hey, and I still got mob (Mob ties)
sober, I always be high (High)
I be most likely bangin' a (Bangin' a nine)
Ain't no question, my niggas ride (Gon' ride)
You a bitch, you throw and go hide (Go hide)
I mixed the Ciroc and some red
Couldn't pick one, it was to decide (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 niggas we (Alright)
On the P.J., sippin' codeine on long (Long flights)
Damn, I forgot her name, only her for one night
To my Rollies rage, know young Gunna ain't living right
And they put my problems
I sell drugs, I cop em'
I be life all wrong
I ain't right (uh)
I livin' right (yeah)
I ain't right (uh)
I ain't right (yeah)
I livin' right (uh)
I ain't livin' (yeah)
I ain't right (uh)
I ain't right (yah, ohh)

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

This that white crack
Yo might need
Lord knows she needed then blows to function
This that new Maybach, I'ma in it
some tree in it
Fuck a in it
I'm a do me in it
Timid, all these timid, uh
All these niggas
Codeine in my cup
I it, don't sip a lot
Your bitch on my a lot
I guess not your bitch, uh
Funny, laughing to the bank, and it's,
Perky in my brain I'm a

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

put away my problems
I got drugs, can I cop em?
I've been livin' life (yeah)
I've ain't livin' at all