Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Livin Right

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

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

I livin' right (Nah)
We from 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)
sober, I always be high (High)
I be likely bangin' a nine (Bangin' a nine)
no question, my niggas gon' ride (Gon' ride)
You a bitch, you throw rocks and go (Go hide)
I just 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, seat can (Massage)
In the P.H., just me and my niggas we (Alright)
On the P.J., sippin' codeine on flights (Long flights)
Damn, I forgot her name, fucked her for one night
To give my Rollies rage, know Gunna ain't living right
And they put away my
I sell drugs, I cop em'
I be life all wrong
I ain't right (uh)
I ain't right (yeah)
I ain't right (uh)
I livin' right (yeah)
I ain't right (uh)
I ain't right (yeah)
I ain't right (uh)
I livin' right (yah, ohh)

spinnin'
They like my diamonds
Bitch my Glock got a
Man thats two
I'm on two again
don't feel right
But this shit real right,
shit real right? uh

This that white crack
Yo might that
Lord knows she then nickle blows to function
This new Maybach, I'ma speed in it
some tree in it
Fuck a in it
I'm a do me in it
Timid, all these timid, uh
All these pussy
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,
in my brain I'm a junkie

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

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