Luyện nghe bài hát Gooder

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

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

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

ain't 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 them niggas and them ho's
talks, we say hello
And I'm so, I'm so, I'm so Young Mula,

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

It's all about the paper, money my whereabouts
About a from now I'm tryna break that new McLaren out
Wheels of on the whip, Vanna 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 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 fuckers, we run this mother fucker

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

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

What it is, though? I what it ain't
go hard, I go to the bank
Check my stubs, bitch, it's Mack Maine
Young up and runnin', join the campaign

Times the same, shit done gone bad
Bend a bitch over, pull some out her ass
I'm tired of the game it ain't what it was
The chopper so close, I can that bitch 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 lookin' at the game, I my eyes
I at the clock, and her hands were tied

Because 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 them ho's
Money talks, we say
And I'm so, I'm so, I'm so Mula, baby
Young Mula,

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

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