Luyện nghe bài hát Gooder

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

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

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

Young cloud gang, we so above 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 bitches 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 fuckers, we run this mother fucker

So fuck them and fuck 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
It's Young Money, yeah, I hear a lot of niggas me
This here is goon work, ain't nothing you can do it

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

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

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

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

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

Young 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
make 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, it's Mack
Young up and runnin', join the campaign

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

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

Because ain't the same, shit 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 mother

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

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

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