Luyện nghe bài hát Gooder

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

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

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

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

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

So them niggas and fuck 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 to count it
Paper in, money never going outward
It's Young Money, yeah, I hear a lot of niggas me
here is goon work, ain't nothing you can do about it

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

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, Vanna in it
Bitch shotgun, probably be your in it

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

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

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

Young Money under posh, y'all won't come across
Money do somersaults, all you other dopes
Stuntin' on them ho's, it me, it's the money's fault
Still make it rain, get by a money bolt

What it is, though? I what it ain't
go hard, I go to the bank
Check my check stubs, bitch, Mack Maine
Young up and runnin', join the campaign

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

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

Because times ain't the same, done gone bad, but nigga, we good
Nigga, we gooder than a mother fucker, a mother fucker
for my mother fuckers, we run this mother fucker

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

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

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