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
memory I'm feelin' today (Ayy)
(I'm not anywhere Nico)

Put away problem (Tryna put away 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 ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' (Yeah)
I ain't right, uh, I ain't livin' right (Yeah)
I ain't right, uh, I ain't livin' right (Yeah)
I ain't right, uh, I ain't livin' right (Yeah)
I ain't right, uh, I ain't 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 frog
We got rich, hey, and I got mob ties (Mob ties)
Never sober, I always be (High)
I be most bangin' a nine (Bangin' a nine)
Ain't no question, my niggas gon' (Gon' ride)
You a bitch, you throw rocks and go (Go hide)
I just the Ciroc and some 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' on long flights (Long flights)
Damn, I forgot her name, only fucked her for one
To give my Rollies rage, know young Gunna living right
And they put my problems
I sell drugs, I cop em'
I be living life all
I livin' right (uh)
I ain't livin' (yeah)
I livin' right (uh)
I ain't right (yeah)
I livin' right (uh)
I livin' right (yeah)
I ain't livin' (uh)
I livin' right (yah, ohh)

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

This pure white crack
Yo might that
Lord knows she needed nickle blows to function
that 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 these niggas
in my sippy cup
I chug it, sip a lot
Your bitch on my a lot
I guess that's not bitch, uh
Funny, laughing to the bank, and it's,
Perky in my I'm a junkie

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

Tryna put my problems
I got drugs, can I cop em?
I've been life wrong (yeah)
I've livin' right at all