Luyện nghe bài hát Gooder

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

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

I'm a uptown flame thrower, Young Money starter
I had to sign to Wayne, I'm from the place as the Carter
Harlem, and I ain't like of these other niggas
I get it, I it, yo' husband on a budget, missus

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

Times the same, shit done 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 niggas and fuck them ho's
talks, we say hello
And I'm so, I'm so, I'm so Young Mula,

Okay, too much paper and not enough hands to count it
Paper coming in, money never going
It's Money, yeah, I hear a lot of niggas doubt me
here is goon work, ain't nothing you can do about it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Times the same, shit done gone bad
Bend a over, pull some money out her ass
I'm tired of the game 'cause it what it was
The chopper so close, I can give that a hug

And a need love, so I keep a gangsta bitch
I got that dope dick, there ain't a bitch I can't
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 than a mother fucker, than a mother fucker
This for my mother fuckers, we run mother fucker

So them niggas and fuck 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, Young Mula,
Yeah, Mula, baby

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