Luyện nghe bài hát Gooder

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

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

I'm a uptown flame thrower, Young Money starter
I had to sign to Wayne, I'm from the same place as the
Harlem, and I ain't like none of 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 fuckin' 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

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

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 paper and not hands to count it
Paper coming in, money never going
It's Money, yeah, I hear a lot of niggas doubt me
This here is work, ain't 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 while you niggas petty quotes
You can make it rain, we make it flood like the levy

all about the paper, money controls 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 wife in it

Hustle year 'round, come in front of that
Rap, real estate and work, I can make a ton with
Pay me in advance, I'm not comin'
Like Pain, Wayne, and 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 mother fucker

So fuck them niggas and 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 won't wanna come
Money do somersaults, Bentley all you other
Stuntin' on ho's, it ain't 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 stubs, bitch, it's Mack Maine
Young Money up and runnin', the campaign

Times the same, shit done gone bad
Bend a bitch over, some money out her ass
I'm tired of the game 'cause it ain't it was
The chopper so close, I can that bitch a hug

And a need love, so I keep a gangsta bitch
I got that dope dick, there a bitch I can't addict
And I'm at the game, I roll my eyes
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 a mother fucker, than a mother fucker
This for my mother fuckers, we run mother fucker

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

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

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