Luyện nghe bài hát Still Good

Yeah, yeah

Wiley]
Good, good, good, good, and all my doing good, good, good, good, good
Calez]
And all my doing good, good... good, good, good x2

[Verse 1:
It's Michelangelo, hisself came down to protect us
Most infectious, he speak that confidence we own records
If God is for us who should be us?
tense up, when you see these wholly credentials, make mental notes
I write so hard, my pen gon' between my bars you gon' pen you post
I came to give these black kids
I'm in the winking but you know I ain't no joke
I used to the morning hymn
Then my Willy passed now I'm mourning him
But it's okay, and it's
I'd probably take a flight to heaven if I could
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 they mention my name, they don't know where I'm or where I've came
And I'm from the

x 2

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

x 2

[Verse 3: Mick
I mean we really talking
Police killing kids outside the buildings we playing hopscotch crosses we take the
I'm talking water
to Charlie's Angels
We just some Farrah Fawcetts in Detroit
Sinked it from half court, can't get three points
How is it to recognize that is a key point
I drop key points no CP3, and pass like I CEO
Every re-three I check in on my nigga cuz she EMT
See niggas unwinding with they empty
back wood, we act good, we still got shit though
We still in grime-o, we still pop though like we all got crisco
Then put it over
I get when 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 Piroli
I see you

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

Good,

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