Luyện nghe bài hát Gooder

Sittin' on the toilet, on some 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 this shit 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 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 Money fire
I had to sign to Wayne, I'm from the same place as the
Harlem, and I ain't like none of these other
I get it, I spend it, yo' husband on a budget,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Young Money under posh, y'all wanna come across
Money do somersaults, Bentley all you dopes
Stuntin' on them ho's, it me, it's the money's fault
Still it rain, get struck by a money bolt

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

Times the same, shit done gone bad
Bend a bitch over, some money out her ass
I'm tired of the game 'cause it what it was
The chopper so close, I can give that a hug

And a gangsta need love, so I keep a gangsta
I got that 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 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 this mother

So fuck them niggas and 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, Mula, baby
Yeah, Young Mula,
Yeah, Young Mula,

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