Luyện nghe bài hát Still Good

Yeah, yeah

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

1: Calez]
It's like Michelangelo, hisself came down to us
infectious, he speak that confidence we own these records
If God is for us who should be us?
Don't tense up, when you see these wholly credentials, make notes
I write so hard, my pen soak between my bars you gon' pen you post
I came to these black kids hope
I'm in the winking but you know I ain't no joke
I used to sing the hymn
my nigga Willy passed now I'm mourning him
But it's okay, and alright
I'd take a flight to heaven if I could tonight
In of, all of the bullshit, man, we in the hood still
My grabbed 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 from the

x 2

[Verse 2: Alex
And all my doing good, good... good, good, good, x2
I everyone talk like everybody's up
Im finna smoke a one lemme know you're good
Everybody trying to grow, who really got the seeds
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 don't give a fuck I'm smoking dope in and it never just need for no discussion
These niggas put me to sleep they got just robitussin
I am from the city the niggas get the busting
If you ain't got a ride just take the or take the bus then
The as quick a thing had no warm this state is busting
they got the nerve to wonder why we never trust them
We take the woods and then we stuffed them like fuck them

x 2

[Verse 3: Jenkins]
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, still can't get points
How hard is it to recognize that is a key
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 wood, we act good, we still got shit though
We still in grime-o, we gon' pop though like we all got crisco
put it over instrumental
I get when I hit the Citgo
a second just to kick it with my kinfolk
You can put the good all in my pen

Yeah, my man Piroli
I see you

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

Good,

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