Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Livin Right

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

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

I livin' right (Nah)
We from different (Sides)
I done sacrificed, and it made me a (mastermind)
I done switched lanes, Bentley coupe got eyes
We got rich, hey, and I got mob ties (Mob ties)
sober, I always be high (High)
I be most likely a nine (Bangin' a nine)
no question, my niggas gon' 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, I talk to the don (Talk to the don)
Got a new Bentley, seat can (Massage)
In the P.H., just me and my we alright (Alright)
On the P.J., sippin' codeine on long (Long flights)
Damn, I forgot her name, only fucked her for one
To give my Rollies rage, know young Gunna ain't living
And put away my problems
I sell drugs, I cop em'
I be living all wrong
I livin' right (uh)
I ain't livin' (yeah)
I livin' right (uh)
I livin' right (yeah)
I ain't livin' (uh)
I ain't livin' (yeah)
I ain't livin' (uh)
I livin' right (yah, ohh)

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

This pure white crack
Yo might that
knows she needed then nickle blows to function
This new Maybach, I'ma speed in it
Roll tree in it
Fuck a in it
I'm a do me in it
Timid, all niggas timid, uh
All niggas pussy
Codeine in my cup
I chug it, sip a lot
Your on my dick a lot
I guess not your bitch, uh
Funny, to the bank, and it's, funny
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 risk that
Desert eagle, I shoot, knock my back
And they put away my
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 ain't livin' (yeah)
I ain't livin' (uh)
I livin' right (yeah)
I ain't livin' (uh)
I ain't livin' (yah, ohh)

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