Luyện nghe bài hát Gooder

Sittin' on the toilet, smokin' on medicated
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 shit 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 them bitches' asses bouncin', it fly like a falcon
Comparin' them to I is like a pebble to a

I'm a uptown flame thrower, Young Money 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' husband on a budget,

Young Money 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 cuff bitches
I slut them bitches and back to the door and them bitches

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 this mother

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

Okay, it's too much paper and not hands to count it
Paper coming in, never going outward
It's Money, yeah, I hear a lot of niggas doubt me
here is goon work, ain't nothing you can do about it

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

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

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

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

Young Money under posh, won't wanna come across
Money do somersaults, Bentley all you dopes
Stuntin' on them ho's, it ain't me, it's the money's
make it rain, get struck by a money bolt

What it is, though? I what it ain't
Y'all go hard, I go to the
Check my check stubs, bitch, it's 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 'cause it ain't what it was
The so close, I can give that bitch a hug

And a gangsta love, so I keep a gangsta bitch
I got that dope dick, 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 hands tied

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

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

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