Luyện nghe bài hát Gooder

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

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

I'm a flame 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,

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

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

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

Okay, it's too much paper and not enough to count it
Paper coming in, never going outward
It's Young Money, yeah, I hear a lot of niggas me
This here is goon work, ain't you can do about it

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

all about the paper, money controls my whereabouts
About a year from now I'm break that new McLaren out
Wheels of on the whip, Vanna White in it
Bitch shotgun, probably be wife 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'
Like Pain, Wayne, and Mack Maine, I got money,

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

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

Young Money under posh, y'all wanna come across
do somersaults, Bentley all you other dopes
Stuntin' on them ho's, it ain't me, it's the fault
Still make it rain, get by a money 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 the same, shit done gone bad
Bend a bitch over, some money out her ass
I'm of the game 'cause it ain't what it was
The so close, I can give that bitch a hug

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

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

So fuck 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, Young Mula,
Yeah, Young Mula,
Yeah, Mula, baby

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