Luyện nghe bài hát Right Now

[Hook: Vic
Somebody tell me good
I been doing better right now
We roll our in them Backwoods
Bitches bigger than a nigga, stressed out
But everybody got own problems
I got mine I got I got mine
Everybody don't know how to 'em
But I got I got mine I got mine

1: Vic Mensa]

I don't like the but I like to have a table
I don't like TV but you see my ass on
This could change so quick man
Just a year ago, I was leaving momma's house behind a Toyota wheel
forward just two months got my own apartment
Fucking with my girl at stake on some Joan of Arc shit
My so TNT you know she know the drama
I got baby momma with no baby mama
By brother Joey child support he love his daughter
My other brother momma own rock but no Gibralter
His Granny the crib now he's sleeping in them bandos
Police running in at 8am, he out the window
I'm in LA Saint-Laurent of Venmo cash
Lease the whip and two cribs money for the go fast
I'm on a like Avatar, ecstasy addiction
Sometimes I wish I could pass away to see my niggas
It's been a minute since childhood, the don't seem the same
They no mercy to the meek inside this fearless game
You see what Drizzy did to Milly shit ain't a battle
I don't wanna watch the murder rate but I can't change the
and desperation that shit is all around me
My Kami still selling grams you think I'm worried 'bout a Grammy
Old man asked me for change so he could buy a
I'm get drunk too nigga I got my own problems

Vic Mensa]
Somebody me what's good
Cause I been doing better now
We roll our issues in Backwoods
Bitch bigger a nigga, niggas stressed out
But everybody got their own
I got mine I got I got mine
Everybody don't know how to 'em
But I got mine I got I got mine

[Verse 2:
I the way they talk on you when you ain't around
Open mouth revealing crooked smiles
These days I been feeling abandoned my niggas got that crib in Los Angeles
To hoes: heartbreaks in the form of friendly handshakes
I go
I need a bad duet to pour moet to this pain
Just cause it's champaign don't mean this shit a celebration
some bubbly for my niggas that's been on vacation
Pour some for our niggas that gon' never make it
Self-medicated, I need respiration
I'm out of time, I'm running out of time
Everybody got their own problems now I know
We out of time, they said the world was mine

[Bridge:
They said the was mine, they said the world was mine
said the world was mine, they said the world was mine

[Verse 3:
Thank you and yes I believe it
The moment I them breathe it
When me and Joe made season
We had to y'all a reason
I had to keep the on
I my on power on, Farrakhan
Something on my arm, skin tint like Sherezade's
And been playing out like an opera
Just like motherfuckin' opera
I watched some fat sing, I gotten used to some things I held on things, they was close
Upgrade Merc to a Ghost
It's like you to see Ghosts, when you start living the most
I'm doing this my way, I i swerve just like Sinatra
I swerve in any lane that car so black it a conscience
Same niggas next to me, duck that fact like we playing Contra
We still alive, we stay and then repeat that process
There's no thing, there's no such thing as running out of options
There's no such thing, there's no such as running out of options
Take time with it, take your time with it
Don't get caught up tryna do shit for right now