Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Livin Right

I need therapy for the retail today I thousands, ayy
I'm gonna get my clouded on
whatever I'm feelin' today (Ayy)
(I'm not goin' Nico)

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

I ain't 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 still got mob (Mob ties)
sober, I always be high (High)
I be likely bangin' a nine (Bangin' a nine)
Ain't no question, my niggas gon' (Gon' ride)
You a bitch, you throw and go hide (Go hide)
I just the Ciroc 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 niggas we (Alright)
On the P.J., sippin' on long flights (Long flights)
Damn, I forgot her name, fucked her for one night
To give my Rollies rage, know young Gunna living right
And put away my problems
I don't 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 ain't right (uh)
I livin' right (yeah)
I ain't right (uh)
I livin' right (yah, ohh)

Forgiatos
look like my diamonds
Bitch my got a twin
Man thats two
I'm on two percs
Something don't feel
But this real right, slatt
shit real right? uh

This that white crack
Yo need that
Lord knows she needed then nickle to function
This that new Maybach, speed in it
Roll some in it
a freak in it
I'm a do me in it
Timid, all these timid, uh
All niggas pussy
in my sippy cup
I it, don't 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,
leave your ass in the quick past
Everyday I to the quick cash
I get
Gun on my hip, I can't that
Desert eagle, I shoot, knock my back
And they put my problems
I sell drugs, I cop em'
I be life all wrong
I livin' right (uh)
I livin' right (yeah)
I ain't livin' (uh)
I ain't livin' (yeah)
I ain't livin' (uh)
I ain't livin' (yeah)
I livin' right (uh)
I livin' right (yah, ohh)

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