Luyện nghe bài hát Still Good

Yeah, yeah

[Alex
Good, good, good, good, and all my doing good, good, good, good, good
Calez]
And all my homies doing good, good... good, good, x2

1: Calez]
It's Michelangelo, hisself came down to protect us
Most infectious, he speak that confidence we own these
If God is for us who be against us?
Don't tense up, when you see these wholly credentials, make mental
I write so hard, my pen gon' soak my bars you gon' pen you post
I to give these black kids hope
I'm in the winking but you know I ain't no joke
I used to sing the hymn
Then my Willy passed now I'm mourning him
But okay, and it's alright
I'd take a flight to heaven if I could tonight
In spite of, all of the bullshit, man, we in the still
My homie grabbed his brews, you know I got the
These people got to chill when they mention my name, they don't know where I'm from or where I've
And I'm the Southside

x 2

[Verse 2: Alex
And all my homies good, good... good, good, good, x2
I everyone talk like everybody's up
Im finna smoke a one know you're doing good
trying to grow, who really got the seeds though?
Everybody acting, acting like they got the lead
Everybody playing, like they got the lead though
Everybody focused on the who got the needs though
Missed me with the fussin I don't give a fuck I'm smoking in public and it never just need for no discussion
These niggas put me to sleep they got like robitussin
I am from the city where the niggas get the
If you ain't got a ride just the train or take the bus then
The cops as quick a thing had no warm state is busting
Then got the nerve to wonder why we never trust them
We just take the woods and we stuffed them like fuck them

x 2

[Verse 3: Jenkins]
I mean we really talking
Police killing outside the buildings we playing hopscotch crosses we take the losses
I'm talking water
to Charlie's Angels
We want some Farrah Fawcetts in Detroit
Sinked it half court, still can't get three points
How is it to recognize that is a key point
I drop key points no CP3, and pits like I CEO
Every re-three weeks I check in on my cuz she EMT
See unwinding with they guts empty
Like back wood, we act good, we still got though
We still in grime-o, we still gon' pop though we all got crisco
Then put it instrumental
I get reflective I hit the Citgo
Take a second to kick it with my kinfolk
You can put the good all in my pen

Yeah, my man Rollie
I see you

They gon' have to us all the money this year, changing the world

Good,

I'm