Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Livin Right

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

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

I livin' right (Nah)
We from different (Sides)
I done sacrificed, and it 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 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 rocks and go hide (Go hide)
I just mixed the Ciroc and red
Couldn't 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., just me and my we alright (Alright)
On the P.J., sippin' codeine on long (Long flights)
Damn, I forgot her name, fucked her for one night
To give my Rollies rage, know young Gunna living right
And they put away my
I don't drugs, I cop em'
I be living life all
I ain't right (uh)
I livin' right (yeah)
I ain't livin' (uh)
I livin' right (yeah)
I ain't right (uh)
I ain't right (yeah)
I livin' right (uh)
I ain't livin' (yah, ohh)

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

This pure white crack
Yo need that
Lord knows she needed then nickle to function
This that new Maybach, 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 pussy
Codeine in my cup
I chug it, sip a lot
Your bitch on my a lot
I that's not your 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 your ass in the quick 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 they put away my
I sell drugs, I cop em'
I be living all wrong
I livin' right (uh)
I ain't livin' (yeah)
I livin' right (uh)
I ain't livin' (yeah)
I ain't right (uh)
I ain't livin' (yeah)
I ain't livin' (uh)
I livin' right (yah, ohh)

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