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

[Verse 1:
like Michelangelo, hisself came down to protect us
Most infectious, he speak confidence we own these records
If God is for us who should be us?
Don't 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 came to give black kids hope
I'm in the hood winking but you I ain't no joke
I to sing the morning hymn
Then my nigga Willy passed now I'm him
But it's okay, and it's
I'd probably take a flight to heaven if I 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 mention my name, don't know where I'm from or where I've came
And I'm from the

x 2

[Verse 2: Wiley]
And all my homies good, good... good, good, good, x2
I know everyone talk like up
Im smoke a one lemme know you're doing good
Everybody trying to grow, who got the seeds though?
Everybody acting, acting like got the lead role
Everybody playing, like they got the lead though
Everybody focused on the who got the needs though
Missed me with the fussin I don't give a 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 from the city the niggas get the busting
If you ain't got a ride take the train or take the bus then
The cops as quick a thing had no this state is busting
Then they got the nerve to why we never trust them
We just take the and then we stuffed them like fuck them

x 2

[Verse 3: Jenkins]
I what we really talking
Police kids outside the buildings we playing hopscotch crosses we take the losses
I'm still water
to Charlie's Angels
We just some Farrah Fawcetts in Detroit
it from half court, still 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
re-three weeks I check in on my nigga cuz she EMT
See unwinding with they guts empty
back wood, we act good, we still got shit though
We still in grime-o, we still gon' pop like we all got crisco
put it over instrumental
I get reflective when I hit the
a second just to kick it with my kinfolk
You can put the good all in my pen

Yeah, my man Rollie
I see you

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

Good,

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