Luyện nghe bài hát Gooder

Sittin' on the toilet, smokin' on medicated
Countin' thousands, I'm living good, they aggravated
Two things on my mind, one is to keep
And the second is to get more of this shit that I'm

Call me J 2-0, I flow a fountain
And I swear I beat the beat up 'til that bitch start
them bitches' asses bouncin', make it fly like a falcon
Comparin' them to I is like a to a mountain

I'm a uptown flame thrower, Money fire starter
I had to sign to Wayne, I'm from the same place as the
Harlem, and I ain't like none of other niggas
I get it, I spend it, yo' on a budget, missus

Young Money cloud gang, we so above you
Besides these groupies, after shows, who fuckin' with us?
You might as have a badge the way you cuff them bitches
I slut bitches and back to the door and fuck them bitches

Times the same, shit done gone bad, but nigga, we good
Nigga, we than a mother fucker, than a mother fucker
This for my mother fuckers, we run this mother

So fuck them niggas and them ho's
Money talks, we say
And I'm so, I'm so, I'm so Young Mula,

Okay, it's too much paper and not enough hands to it
Paper coming in, never going outward
It's Young Money, yeah, I hear a lot of doubt me
This is goon work, ain't nothing you can do about it

So nigga join the or you can catch the sideline
Or just get out the or get hit from the blind side
We money while you niggas makin' petty quotes
You can make it rain, we make it like the levy broke

It's all about the paper, money my whereabouts
About a year now I'm tryna break that new McLaren out
Wheels of Fortune on the whip, White in it
Bitch shotgun, probably be wife in it

Hustle year 'round, nothin' in front of that
Rap, estate and work, I can make a ton with that
Pay me in advance, I'm not bitch
Pain, Wayne, and Mack Maine, I got money, bitch

Times ain't the same, shit done gone bad, but nigga, we
Nigga, we gooder than a mother fucker, than a fucker
This for my mother fuckers, we run mother fucker

So fuck them niggas and them ho's
talks, we say hello
And I'm so, I'm so, I'm so Young Mula,

Money under posh, y'all won't wanna come across
Money do somersaults, Bentley all you dopes
Stuntin' on ho's, it ain't me, it's the money's fault
make it rain, get struck by a money bolt

What it is, though? I know it ain't
Y'all go hard, I go to the
Check my check stubs, bitch, it's Maine
Money up and runnin', join the campaign

Times ain't the same, done gone bad
Bend a bitch over, pull money out her ass
I'm tired of the game it ain't what it was
The chopper so close, I can give that a hug

And a gangsta need love, so I keep a bitch
I got dope dick, there ain't a bitch I can't addict
And I'm lookin' at the game, I my eyes
I looked at the clock, and her were tied

Because times the same, shit done gone bad, but nigga, we good
Nigga, we gooder than a fucker, than a mother fucker
This for my fuckers, we run this mother fucker

So fuck them niggas and fuck them
talks, we say hello
And I'm so, I'm so, I'm so Young Mula,
Young Mula,

Yeah, Young Mula,
Yeah, Young Mula,
Yeah, Mula, baby
Yeah, Mula, baby

Yeah, Young Mula,
Yeah, Mula, baby
Yeah, Mula, baby