Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Livin Right

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

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

I livin' right (Nah)
We from sides (Sides)
I sacrificed, and it made me a mastermind (mastermind)
I done lanes, Bentley coupe got frog eyes
We got rich, hey, and I still got mob (Mob ties)
Never sober, I be high (High)
I be most bangin' a nine (Bangin' a nine)
Ain't no question, my niggas ride (Gon' ride)
You a bitch, you rocks and go hide (Go hide)
I just 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., me and my niggas 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 ain't living right
And they put away my
I sell drugs, I cop em'
I be life all wrong
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 right (yeah)
I livin' right (uh)
I ain't livin' (yah, ohh)

spinnin'
They look my diamonds
Bitch my Glock got a
Man thats two
I'm on two percs
Something feel right
But this real right, slatt
This real right? uh

This that white crack
Yo need that
Lord knows she needed nickle blows to function
that new Maybach, I'ma speed in it
Roll some in it
Fuck a in it
I'm a do me in it
Timid, all these timid, uh
All these niggas
in my sippy cup
I it, don't sip a lot
Your on my dick 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,
cash, I'm a dummy
I'm a,
Chopper leave 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, my wrist back
And they put my problems
I don't drugs, I cop em'
I be living life all
I livin' right (uh)
I ain't livin' (yeah)
I ain't right (uh)
I livin' right (yeah)
I ain't right (uh)
I ain't livin' (yeah)
I livin' right (uh)
I ain't right (yah, ohh)

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