Luyện nghe bài hát Still Good

Yeah, yeah

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

[Verse 1:
It's like Michelangelo, hisself came to protect us
Most infectious, he speak that confidence we own these
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' soak my bars you gon' pen you post
I to give these black kids hope
I'm in the hood winking but you know I ain't no
I used to sing the hymn
Then my nigga Willy passed now I'm him
But it's okay, and it's
I'd probably a flight to heaven if I could tonight
In spite of, all of the bullshit, man, we in the hood
My homie grabbed his brews, you know I got the
These people got to chill when they my name, they don't know where I'm from or where I've came
And I'm the Southside

x 2

[Verse 2: Wiley]
And all my doing good, good... good, good, good, x2
I know everyone talk like up
Im finna smoke a one lemme you're doing good
trying to grow, who really got the seeds though?
Everybody acting, like they got the lead role
Everybody playing, playing like got the lead though
Everybody focused on the ones who got the though
Missed me with the fussin I 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 like robitussin
I am the city where the niggas get the busting
If you ain't got a ride just take the train or take the bus
The cops as a thing had no warm this state is busting
Then they got the nerve to wonder why we trust them
We just take the woods and we stuffed them like fuck them

x 2

[Verse 3: Mick
I mean what we talking
Police killing kids outside the buildings we hopscotch crosses we take the losses
I'm still water
to Charlie's Angels
We just want 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 no CP3, and pass pits like I CEO
Every re-three weeks I check in on my cuz she EMT
See niggas with they guts empty
Like back wood, we act good, we still got though
We still in grime-o, we still gon' pop though like we all got
Then put it instrumental
I get reflective when I hit the
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 gon' have to give us all the money this year, the world

Good,

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