Luyện nghe bài hát Still Good

Yeah, yeah

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

1: Calez]
It's like Michelangelo, 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 write so hard, my pen gon' soak between my you gon' pen you post
I came to give black kids hope
I'm in the winking but you know I ain't no joke
I used to sing the morning
Then my nigga passed now I'm mourning him
But it's okay, and it's
I'd probably take a flight to if I could tonight
In spite of, all of the bullshit, man, we in the still
My homie his brews, you know I got the grill
people got to chill when they mention my name, they don't know where I'm from or where I've came
And I'm the Southside

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 you're doing
Everybody trying to grow, who really got the though?
Everybody acting, acting like they got the role
Everybody playing, playing like got the lead though
Everybody on the ones who got the needs though
me with the fussin 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 they got just like robitussin
I am the city where the niggas get the busting
If you ain't got a ride just the train or take the bus then
The cops as quick a thing had no warm this is busting
Then they got the nerve to why we never trust them
We just take the woods and then we stuffed them like fuck

x 2

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

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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