Luyện nghe bài hát Gooder

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

Call me J 2-0, I flow like a
And I swear I beat the beat up 'til that start ouchin'
Keep them bitches' 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 from the place as the Carter
Harlem, and I like none of these other niggas
I get it, I spend it, yo' husband on a budget,

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

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

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

Okay, it's too much and not enough hands to count it
Paper coming in, never 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 just get out the game or get hit from the blind
We makin' money you niggas makin' petty quotes
You can it rain, we make it flood like the levy broke

It's all about the paper, money controls my
About a year from now I'm break that new McLaren out
of Fortune on the whip, Vanna White in it
Bitch shotgun, probably be your in it

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

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 mother fucker

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

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

What it is, though? I know what it
Y'all go hard, I go to the
Check my check stubs, bitch, it's Mack
Young up and runnin', join the campaign

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

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

Because times the same, shit done gone bad, but nigga, we good
Nigga, we gooder than a mother fucker, than a fucker
This for my fuckers, we run this mother fucker

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

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

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