Luyện nghe bài hát Gooder

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

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

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

Young Money gang, we so above you niggas
Besides groupies, after these shows, who fuckin' with us?
You might as well have a the way you cuff them bitches
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 fucker
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 paper and not enough hands to count it
Paper in, money 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 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' quotes
You can it rain, we make it flood like the levy broke

It's all the paper, money controls my whereabouts
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 front of
Rap, estate and work, I can make a ton with that
Pay me in advance, I'm not comin'
Like Pain, Wayne, and Mack Maine, I got money,

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 mother

So fuck them niggas and them ho's
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
Money do somersaults, all you other dopes
Stuntin' on them ho's, it ain't me, the money's fault
make it rain, get struck by a money 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
Money up and runnin', join the campaign

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

And a need 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 tied

Because times ain't the same, shit done 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 them niggas and them ho's
Money talks, we say
And I'm so, I'm so, I'm so Mula, baby
Mula, baby

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

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