Luyện nghe bài hát Gooder

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

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

I'm a uptown flame thrower, Money fire starter
I had to sign to Wayne, I'm the same place as the Carter
Harlem, and I ain't none of these other niggas
I get it, I spend it, yo' husband on a budget,

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

ain't the same, shit done gone bad, but nigga, we good
Nigga, we gooder than a mother fucker, than a 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

Okay, it's too much and not enough hands to count it
Paper coming in, money never going
It's Young Money, yeah, I hear a lot of niggas me
This here is goon work, 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 makin' quotes
You can make it rain, we make it flood like the broke

all about the paper, money 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 your in it

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

ain't 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 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, Bentley all you other
Stuntin' on them ho's, it ain't me, it's the fault
Still make it rain, get struck by a money

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

Times the same, shit done gone bad
Bend a bitch over, pull some 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, there ain't a bitch I addict
And I'm lookin' at the game, I roll my
I looked at the clock, and her hands were

Because times ain't the same, shit gone bad, but nigga, we good
Nigga, we gooder than a mother fucker, than a mother
for my mother fuckers, we run this mother fucker

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

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

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