Luyện nghe bài hát Gooder

Sittin' on the toilet, smokin' on some
Countin' loose thousands, I'm living good, aggravated
Two things on my mind, one is to stylin'
And the second is to get more of this shit that I'm

Call me J 2-0, I flow like a
And I I beat the beat up 'til that bitch start ouchin'
them bitches' asses bouncin', make it fly like a falcon
Comparin' them to I is like a pebble to a

I'm a uptown thrower, Young Money fire starter
I had to sign to Wayne, I'm the same place as the Carter
Harlem, and I ain't none of these other niggas
I get it, I it, yo' husband on a budget, missus

Young Money cloud gang, we so you niggas
Besides these groupies, these shows, who fuckin' with us?
You might as well have a badge the way you them bitches
I slut them bitches and back to the and fuck them bitches

Times ain't the same, done gone bad, but nigga, we good
Nigga, we gooder a mother fucker, than a mother fucker
This for my mother fuckers, we run this fucker

So fuck them niggas and fuck them
talks, we say hello
And I'm so, I'm so, I'm so Mula, baby

Okay, it's too much paper and not hands to count it
Paper coming in, money going outward
Young Money, yeah, I hear a lot of niggas doubt me
This here is work, ain't nothing you can do about it

So nigga join the team or you can the sideline
Or get out the game or get hit from the blind side
We money while you niggas makin' petty quotes
You can it rain, we make it flood like the levy broke

all about the paper, money controls my whereabouts
About a year from now I'm tryna that new McLaren out
Wheels of Fortune on the whip, Vanna in it
shotgun, probably be your wife in it

Hustle year 'round, nothin' in front of that
Rap, real and work, I can make a ton with that
Pay me in advance, I'm not bitch
Like Pain, Wayne, and Mack Maine, I got money,

Times ain't the same, shit gone bad, but nigga, we good
Nigga, we gooder than a mother fucker, a mother fucker
This for my mother fuckers, we run this mother

So fuck them and fuck them ho's
talks, we say hello
And I'm so, I'm so, I'm so Young Mula,

Young Money under posh, won't wanna come across
Money do somersaults, Bentley all you other
Stuntin' on them ho's, it me, it's the money's fault
Still make it rain, get struck by a bolt

What it is, though? I know it ain't
Y'all go hard, I go to the
Check my check stubs, bitch, Mack Maine
Money up and runnin', join the campaign

Times ain't the same, shit gone bad
Bend a over, pull some money out her ass
I'm tired of the game it ain't what it was
The chopper so close, I can give bitch a hug

And a gangsta love, so I keep a gangsta bitch
I got that dope dick, there a bitch I can't addict
And I'm lookin' at the game, I roll my
I looked at the clock, and her were tied

Because times ain't the same, shit gone bad, but nigga, we good
Nigga, we gooder than a mother fucker, than a fucker
This for my mother fuckers, we run this mother

So fuck them niggas and them ho's
Money talks, we say
And I'm so, I'm so, I'm so Mula, baby
Young Mula,

Yeah, Young Mula,
Yeah, Mula, baby
Yeah, Mula, baby
Yeah, Mula, baby

Yeah, Young Mula,
Yeah, Mula, baby
Yeah, Mula, baby