Luyện nghe bài hát Gooder

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

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

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

Money cloud gang, we so above you niggas
Besides these groupies, after these shows, who fuckin' us?
You as well have a badge the way you cuff them bitches
I them bitches 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 fucker, than a mother 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,

Okay, it's too paper and not enough hands to count it
Paper coming in, money 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 nigga join the team or you can catch the
Or just get out the game or get hit from the blind
We makin' money while you 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 now I'm tryna break that new McLaren out
of Fortune on the whip, Vanna White in it
Bitch shotgun, probably be wife in it

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

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

Young under posh, y'all won't wanna come across
Money do somersaults, Bentley all you other
Stuntin' on them ho's, it ain't me, it's the 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
Money up and runnin', join the campaign

Times ain't the same, shit done 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 give bitch a hug

And a gangsta need love, so I a gangsta bitch
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 hands 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 fuckers, we run this mother fucker

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

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

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