Luyện nghe bài hát Still Good

Yeah, yeah

Wiley]
Good, good, good, good, and all my homies good, good, good, good, good
[Chorus:
And all my homies good, good... good, good, good x2

1: Calez]
It's like Michelangelo, hisself down to protect us
Most infectious, he that confidence we own these records
If God is for us who be against us?
Don't up, when you see these wholly credentials, make mental notes
I write so hard, my pen gon' soak between my you gon' pen you post
I came to give these black hope
I'm in the hood but you know I ain't no joke
I used to sing the morning
Then my nigga Willy passed now I'm him
But okay, and it's alright
I'd probably 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 I got the grill
These people got to chill when mention my name, they don't know where I'm from or where I've came
And I'm from the

x 2

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

x 2

[Verse 3: Mick
I mean what we talking
Police killing kids outside the buildings we playing hopscotch crosses we take the
I'm talking water
Pray to Charlie's
We just want some Fawcetts in Detroit
Sinked it from half court, can't get three points
How is it to recognize that is a key point
I key points no CP3, and pass pits like I CEO
Every re-three weeks I in on my nigga cuz she EMT
See niggas unwinding they guts empty
Like back wood, we act good, we still got though
We still in grime-o, we still 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 good all in my pen

Yeah, my man Piroli
I see you

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

Good,

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