Luyện nghe bài hát Gooder

Sittin' on the toilet, smokin' on medicated
Countin' loose thousands, I'm 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 a fountain
And I swear I the beat up 'til that bitch start ouchin'
Keep them 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 from the place as the Carter
Harlem, and I ain't like none of these niggas
I get it, I spend it, yo' on a budget, missus

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

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

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

Okay, it's too much and not enough hands to count it
Paper coming in, money never outward
Young Money, yeah, I hear a lot of niggas doubt me
This here is goon work, ain't nothing you can do 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' money while you niggas makin' petty
You can make it rain, we it flood like the levy broke

It's all the paper, money controls my whereabouts
About a year from now I'm tryna break that new out
Wheels of on the whip, Vanna White in it
Bitch shotgun, 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 done gone bad, but nigga, we
Nigga, we gooder than a mother fucker, than a fucker
This for my mother fuckers, we run this fucker

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

Young Money under posh, y'all won't wanna 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 struck by a bolt

What it is, I know what it ain't
go hard, I go to the bank
Check my stubs, bitch, it's Mack Maine
Young up and runnin', join the campaign

ain't 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 so close, I can give that bitch a hug

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

Because times the same, shit 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 mother

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

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

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