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 stylin'
And the second is to get of this shit that I'm countin'

Call me J 2-0, I flow a fountain
And I swear I the beat up 'til that bitch start ouchin'
Keep them bitches' asses bouncin', make it fly like a
Comparin' 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 as the Carter
Harlem, and I ain't none of these other niggas
I get it, I it, yo' husband on a budget, missus

Young Money cloud gang, we so above you
Besides these groupies, these shows, who fuckin' with us?
You might as well a badge the way you cuff them bitches
I slut them bitches and back to the door and fuck bitches

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

Okay, it's too much paper and not hands to count it
Paper coming in, money 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 the sideline
Or just get out the game or get hit the blind side
We makin' money while you makin' petty quotes
You can make it rain, we make it like the levy broke

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

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

Times ain't the same, shit done gone bad, but nigga, we
Nigga, we gooder than a fucker, than a mother fucker
This for my fuckers, we run this 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, y'all wanna come across
Money do somersaults, all you other dopes
Stuntin' on them ho's, it me, it's the money's fault
Still make it rain, get by a money bolt

What it is, though? I know what it
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 done bad
Bend a over, pull some money out her ass
I'm tired of the game 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 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

Because times ain't the same, done gone bad, but nigga, we good
Nigga, we than a mother fucker, than a mother fucker
for my mother 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,
Young Mula,

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

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