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 doing good, good... good, good, good x2

1: Calez]
It's like Michelangelo, hisself came down to us
Most infectious, he speak that we own these records
If God is for us who should be us?
Don't tense up, when you see these wholly credentials, make mental
I write so hard, my pen gon' soak between my bars you gon' pen you
I came to give these black kids
I'm in the hood winking but you know I ain't no
I used to sing the morning
Then my nigga Willy now I'm mourning him
But okay, and it's alright
I'd probably take a flight to if I could tonight
In spite of, all of the bullshit, man, we in the still
My grabbed his brews, you know I got the grill
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 from the

x 2

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

x 2

[Verse 3: Mick
I what we really talking
killing kids outside the buildings we playing hopscotch crosses we take the losses
I'm still talking
Pray to Angels
We just want some Farrah Fawcetts in
Sinked it from half court, still can't get points
How hard is it to that is a key point
I drop key points no CP3, and pass pits I CEO
Every re-three weeks I check in on my cuz she EMT
See unwinding with they guts empty
Like wood, we act good, we still got shit though
We in grime-o, we still gon' pop though like we all got crisco
put it over instrumental
I get when I hit the Citgo
Take a second just to it with my kinfolk
You can put the all in my pen stroke

Yeah, my man Rollie
I see you

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

Good,

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