Luyện nghe bài hát Gooder

Sittin' on the toilet, smokin' on some
Countin' 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 flow like a
And I swear I beat the up 'til that bitch start ouchin'
Keep bitches' asses bouncin', make it fly like a falcon
them 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 the same place as the Carter
Harlem, and I ain't like none of these niggas
I get it, I spend it, yo' on a budget, missus

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

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 fuckers, we run this mother fucker

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

Okay, too much paper and not enough hands to count it
Paper in, money never going outward
Young Money, yeah, I hear 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 the sideline
Or just get out the game or get hit from the side
We makin' money while you makin' petty quotes
You can make it rain, we it flood like the levy broke

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

Hustle year 'round, nothin' 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, done 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 fuck them niggas and fuck them
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 dopes
Stuntin' on them ho's, it ain't me, it's the money's
Still make it rain, get struck by a money

What it is, though? I know 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, pull money out her ass
I'm tired of the game 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 dope dick, there 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, done gone bad, but nigga, we good
Nigga, we than a mother fucker, than a mother fucker
This for my fuckers, we run this mother fucker

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

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

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