Luyện nghe bài hát Still Good

Yeah, yeah

[Alex
Good, good, good, good, and all my homies good, good, good, good, good
[Chorus:
And all my homies doing good, good... good, good, x2

1: Calez]
It's like Michelangelo, hisself came down to us
Most infectious, he speak that confidence we own 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 soak between my bars you gon' pen you post
I came to give these black kids
I'm in the hood winking but you I ain't no joke
I used to sing the morning
Then my Willy passed now I'm mourning him
But okay, and it's 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 grabbed his brews, you know I got the grill
These people got to chill when they mention my name, they don't know where I'm 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 a one lemme know you're doing good
Everybody to grow, who really got the seeds though?
Everybody acting, acting like they got the role
Everybody playing, playing like they got the lead
focused on the ones who got the needs though
Missed me with the fussin I don't give a fuck I'm smoking dope in public and it never need for no discussion
These niggas put me to sleep they got just like
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 warm this is busting
Then they got the nerve to wonder why we never them
We just take the and then we stuffed them like fuck them

x 2

[Verse 3: Jenkins]
I what we really talking
Police killing kids outside the we playing hopscotch crosses we take the losses
I'm talking water
to Charlie's Angels
We just some Farrah Fawcetts in Detroit
Sinked it from half court, still get three points
How hard is it to recognize that is a key
I key points no CP3, and pass pits like I CEO
Every re-three I check in on my nigga 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 pop though like we all got crisco
put it over instrumental
I get reflective I hit the Citgo
Take a 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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