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 shit that I'm countin'

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

I'm a uptown flame thrower, Young Money fire
I had to to Wayne, I'm from the same place 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, after 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 them bitches

Times the same, shit done gone bad, but nigga, we good
Nigga, we gooder than a 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,

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

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

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

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

Times ain't the same, shit 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 and fuck them ho's
talks, we say hello
And I'm so, I'm so, I'm so Young Mula,

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

What it is, though? I what it ain't
Y'all go hard, I go to the
Check my stubs, bitch, it's 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 that bitch a hug

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

Because times the same, shit done gone bad, but nigga, we good
Nigga, we gooder than a fucker, than a mother fucker
This for my mother fuckers, we run this 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,
Young Mula,

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

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