Luyện nghe bài hát Gooder

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

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

I'm a uptown flame thrower, Young Money fire
I had to sign to Wayne, I'm the same 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
these groupies, after these shows, who fuckin' with us?
You might as well have a the way you cuff them bitches
I them bitches and back to the door and fuck them bitches

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

So them niggas and fuck them ho's
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, never going outward
It's Young Money, yeah, I a lot of niggas doubt me
This here is goon work, ain't 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 you niggas makin' petty quotes
You can make it rain, we make it like the levy broke

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

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

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

Young Money posh, y'all won't 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 struck by a money

What it is, I know what it ain't
go hard, I go to the bank
Check my check stubs, bitch, it's Maine
Young Money up and runnin', join the

ain't the same, shit done gone bad
Bend a bitch over, some 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 need love, so I keep a gangsta
I got that dope dick, ain't a bitch I can't addict
And I'm lookin' at the game, I roll my
I looked at the clock, and her were tied

Because times ain't the same, shit done 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 them 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, Mula, baby
Yeah, Mula, baby

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