Luyện nghe bài hát Still Good

Yeah, yeah

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

[Verse 1:
It's like Michelangelo, hisself down to protect us
Most infectious, he speak that we own these records
If God is for us who be against us?
Don't tense up, when you see these wholly credentials, 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 hood winking but you know I no joke
I used to sing the morning
Then my Willy passed now I'm mourning him
But it's okay, and alright
I'd probably take a flight to heaven if I tonight
In of, all of the bullshit, man, we in the hood still
My homie grabbed his brews, you I got the grill
These people got to chill when they mention my name, they don't know where I'm from or where I've
And I'm from the

x 2

[Verse 2: Alex
And all my homies good, good... good, good, good, x2
I everyone talk like everybody's up
Im finna smoke a one lemme know you're doing
Everybody trying to grow, who really got the seeds
Everybody acting, acting like they got the lead
Everybody playing, playing like they got the though
Everybody focused on the who got the needs though
Missed me with the fussin I don't give a fuck I'm dope in public and it never just need for no discussion
niggas put me to sleep they got just like robitussin
I am from the city the niggas get the busting
If you got a ride just take 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 wonder why we never them
We just take the woods and then we stuffed them like fuck

x 2

[Verse 3: Jenkins]
I mean what we talking
Police killing kids 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 drop key no CP3, and pass pits like I CEO
Every re-three weeks I check in on my cuz she EMT
See niggas unwinding with they empty
Like back wood, we act good, we still got shit
We still in grime-o, we still gon' pop though like we all got
Then put it over
I get when I hit the Citgo
Take a second to kick it with my kinfolk
You can put the good all in my pen

Yeah, my man Piroli
I see you

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

Good,

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