Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Livin Right

I need for the retail today I spent thousands, ayy
I'm gonna get my head on
whatever memory I'm 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 livin' wrong)
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 (Yeah)
I ain't livin' right, uh, I livin' right (Oh)

I ain't livin' (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)
Never sober, I always be (High)
I be likely bangin' a nine (Bangin' a nine)
no question, my niggas gon' ride (Gon' ride)
You a bitch, you rocks and go hide (Go hide)
I just mixed the Ciroc and red
pick one, it was hard 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 her name, only fucked her for one night
To give my Rollies rage, know young ain't living right
And they put away my
I don't drugs, I cop em'
I be living all wrong
I ain't right (uh)
I livin' right (yeah)
I ain't livin' (uh)
I livin' right (yeah)
I ain't livin' (uh)
I livin' right (yeah)
I ain't livin' (uh)
I ain't livin' (yah, ohh)

Forgiatos
They look my diamonds
Bitch my got a twin
Man thats two
I'm on two again
Something don't feel
But shit real right, slatt
This shit real uh

This that pure white
Yo need that
Lord knows she needed then nickle blows to
This that new Maybach, I'ma in it
some tree in it
Fuck a in it
I'm a do me in it
Timid, all niggas timid, uh
All these niggas
Codeine in my cup
I chug it, 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,
cash, I'm a dummy
I'm a,
Chopper your ass in the quick past
I dash to the quick cash
I get
Gun on my hip, I risk that
eagle, I shoot, knock my wrist back
And they put my problems
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 ain't livin' (yeah)
I livin' right (uh)
I ain't right (yeah)
I livin' right (uh)
I ain't right (yah, ohh)

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