Luyện nghe bài hát Gooder

Sittin' on the toilet, smokin' on some
loose thousands, I'm living 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 like a
And I swear I beat the beat up 'til bitch start ouchin'
Keep them bitches' asses bouncin', it fly like a falcon
Comparin' them to I is a pebble to a mountain

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

Young Money cloud gang, we so above you
Besides groupies, after 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 gone bad, but nigga, we good
Nigga, we gooder than a mother fucker, a mother fucker
This for my mother fuckers, we run mother fucker

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

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

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

all about 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
Bitch shotgun, be your wife in it

year '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, shit done gone bad, but nigga, we
Nigga, we gooder than a mother fucker, than a fucker
This for my mother fuckers, we run mother fucker

So fuck them niggas and fuck them
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 other
Stuntin' on them ho's, it me, it's the money's fault
Still make it rain, get struck by a bolt

What it is, I know what it ain't
Y'all go hard, I go to the
Check my check stubs, bitch, Mack Maine
Young Money up and runnin', the campaign

Times ain't the same, shit gone bad
a bitch 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 that a hug

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

Because times 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 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
Mula, baby

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

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