Luyện nghe bài hát Gooder

Sittin' on the toilet, smokin' on medicated
Countin' loose thousands, I'm good, they aggravated
Two on my mind, one is to keep stylin'
And the second is to get more of shit that I'm countin'

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

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

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

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 fuckers, we run this mother fucker

So them niggas and fuck 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 enough hands to it
coming in, money never going outward
It's Young Money, yeah, I a lot of niggas 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 from the side
We makin' money while you niggas makin' petty
You can make it rain, we make it flood the levy broke

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

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

Times the same, shit 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 ho's
talks, we say hello
And I'm so, I'm so, I'm so Mula, baby

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

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

Times ain't the same, shit done bad
Bend a bitch over, pull 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 gangsta need love, so I keep a bitch
I got that dope dick, there a bitch I can't addict
And I'm at the game, I roll my eyes
I at the clock, and her hands were tied

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

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

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

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