Luyện nghe bài hát Still Good

Yeah, yeah

Wiley]
Good, good, good, good, and all my homies doing good, good, good, good,
[Chorus:
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?
Don't tense up, you see these wholly credentials, make mental notes
I so hard, my pen gon' soak between my bars you gon' pen you post
I came to give black kids hope
I'm in the hood winking but you know I ain't no
I to sing 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 know I got the
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 the Southside

x 2

[Verse 2: Alex
And all my homies 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 seeds
Everybody acting, acting like got the lead role
Everybody playing, playing they got the lead 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 put me to sleep they got just like robitussin
I am from the city where the get the busting
If you ain't got a just take 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 them

x 2

[Verse 3: Mick
I mean we really talking
Police kids outside the buildings we playing hopscotch crosses we take the losses
I'm still water
Pray to Angels
We just want Farrah Fawcetts in Detroit
Sinked it from half court, can't get three points
How hard is it to recognize that is a key
I key points no CP3, and pass pits like I CEO
Every re-three weeks I check in on my 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 gon' pop like we all got crisco
Then put it instrumental
I get reflective when I hit the
Take a just to kick 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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