Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Livin Right

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

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

I livin' right (Nah)
We from sides (Sides)
I done sacrificed, and it made me a (mastermind)
I done switched lanes, Bentley coupe got frog
We got rich, hey, and I still got mob (Mob ties)
Never sober, I always be (High)
I be most likely bangin' a (Bangin' a nine)
Ain't no question, my gon' ride (Gon' ride)
You a bitch, you rocks and go hide (Go hide)
I just the Ciroc and some red
pick one, it was hard 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 we alright (Alright)
On the P.J., sippin' codeine on flights (Long flights)
Damn, I her name, only fucked her for one night
To give my Rollies rage, know young Gunna living right
And they put my problems
I don't drugs, I cop em'
I be living life all
I ain't livin' (uh)
I livin' right (yeah)
I ain't livin' (uh)
I ain't right (yeah)
I ain't right (uh)
I ain't livin' (yeah)
I livin' right (uh)
I livin' right (yah, ohh)

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

This pure white crack
Yo might need
Lord knows she needed then blows to function
that new Maybach, I'ma speed in it
Roll tree in it
a freak in it
I'm a do me in it
Timid, all niggas timid, uh
All these niggas
in my sippy cup
I chug it, 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,
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 risk
Desert eagle, I shoot, knock my wrist
And put away my problems
I don't drugs, I cop em'
I be living all wrong
I ain't livin' (uh)
I ain't right (yeah)
I livin' right (uh)
I ain't livin' (yeah)
I ain't livin' (uh)
I ain't right (yeah)
I ain't right (uh)
I livin' right (yah, ohh)

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