Luyện nghe bài hát Still Good

Yeah, yeah

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

1: Calez]
It's Michelangelo, hisself came down to protect us
Most infectious, he 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 gon' soak 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
Then my Willy passed now I'm mourning him
But okay, and it's alright
I'd probably a flight to heaven if I could tonight
In spite of, all of the bullshit, man, we in the still
My homie grabbed his brews, you I got the grill
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 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 know you're good
Everybody trying to grow, who really got the though?
acting, acting like they got the lead role
Everybody playing, playing like they got the 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 from the city the niggas get the busting
If you ain't got a 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 why we never trust them
We just take the woods and then we stuffed them like fuck

x 2

[Verse 3: Jenkins]
I what we really talking
Police killing kids outside the buildings we playing hopscotch we take the losses
I'm talking water
Pray to Angels
We just want some Fawcetts in Detroit
Sinked it from half court, still can't get three
How hard is it to recognize is a key point
I drop key no CP3, and pass pits like I CEO
Every re-three weeks I in on my nigga cuz she EMT
See niggas unwinding with 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 reflective when I hit the
Take a second just to kick it with my
You can put the good all in my pen

Yeah, my man Rollie
I see you

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

Good,

I'm