Luyện nghe bài hát Gooder

Sittin' on the toilet, on some medicated
loose thousands, I'm living good, they aggravated
Two things on my mind, one is to keep
And the second is to get more of this shit I'm countin'

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

I'm a flame thrower, Young Money fire starter
I had to sign to Wayne, I'm from the same place as the
Harlem, and I ain't like of these other niggas
I get it, I spend it, yo' husband on a budget,

Young Money cloud gang, we so you niggas
Besides these groupies, after these shows, who 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

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

So fuck them niggas and fuck 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 going outward
It's Young Money, yeah, I hear a lot of doubt 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' while you niggas makin' petty quotes
You can make it rain, we it flood like the levy broke

It's all about the paper, money my whereabouts
About a year from now I'm break that new McLaren out
Wheels of on the whip, Vanna White in it
Bitch shotgun, be your wife 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 done bad, but nigga, we good
Nigga, we gooder than a fucker, than a mother 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 Young Mula,

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

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

Times ain't the same, done 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 dope dick, there ain't a bitch I can't addict
And I'm lookin' at the game, I my eyes
I looked at the clock, and her hands were

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

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

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

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