Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Livin Right

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

Put away every (Tryna put away my problem)
I don't drugs, I cop 'em (I got drugs, gotta cop 'em)
I be livin' life all wrong (I be life wrong)
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't right (Yeah)
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' (Yeah)
I livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right (Yeah)
I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' (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 me a mastermind (mastermind)
I switched 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 likely bangin' a nine (Bangin' a nine)
Ain't no question, my niggas ride (Gon' ride)
You a bitch, you throw rocks and go (Go hide)
I just mixed the Ciroc and 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., me and my niggas we alright (Alright)
On the P.J., codeine on long flights (Long flights)
Damn, I her name, only fucked her for one night
To give my rage, know young Gunna ain't living right
And put away my problems
I sell drugs, I cop em'
I be life all wrong
I ain't livin' (uh)
I ain't right (yeah)
I ain't livin' (uh)
I ain't right (yeah)
I livin' right (uh)
I livin' right (yeah)
I ain't right (uh)
I ain't livin' (yah, ohh)

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

that pure white crack
Yo might need
Lord knows she needed then nickle to function
that new Maybach, I'ma speed in it
Roll some in it
a freak in it
I'm a do me in it
Timid, all niggas timid, uh
All these pussy
Codeine in my cup
I chug it, sip a lot
Your on my dick a lot
I that's 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
Everyday I dash to the quick
I get
Gun on my hip, I can't risk
Desert eagle, I shoot, my wrist back
And put away my problems
I sell drugs, I cop em'
I be life all wrong
I livin' right (uh)
I ain't right (yeah)
I ain't livin' (uh)
I ain't right (yeah)
I ain't livin' (uh)
I livin' right (yeah)
I ain't livin' (uh)
I livin' right (yah, ohh)

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