Luyện nghe bài hát So Good

I'm as real as they come, I follow the
I'm still in the hood but I probably should
Made enough money, I don't around
I just felt they me, so I stuck around
Feds got my man, shit is son
Cause my god son just became my son
Think is a game but all you get is a turn
You live and you learn, either you freeze or you
Kush in the air, I'm the gears
turned into hate, hate turned into fear
If it aint right, I sign the deal
Shoot me in the watch, I got to kill
Gasoline, propane, aint no salary cap in the dope
Aint no collective bargaining on
So in other nigga, do your thing

Mind in one place, in another
Please my brother
just angry at you niggas who dont have your heart in your rap shit
And got too f-ckin comfy, cause we f-ckin hungry
Young Money, got the
Faded, f-ckin faded, aww yeah im faded
tellin' lies about me, aww yeah I must've made it
Rikers Island on this flow, 8 months for pistol
But at least they had some bad bitches in that shit hole
Ahhh, 3 later, I went and did it major
So f-ck the judge, and the jury, and the
Watchin all these kids who thought they had it out

And then came, they let my nigga out

[Lil
Stop playin, I aint that bullshit
Niggas act bitches. Shanaynay, oh my goodness
This is Wayne's World, and y'all are just some
Give me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would
Brand new p-ssy, good as baby powder
Two 40?s, nigga you got 80 problems
Swimmin' in the money, Imma need some goggles
Its better to give, but we dont give a about 'em
I just came home, then got real hoe
Lil Weezy-ana, the nigga, steal toe
I aint with a full deck but I deal hoe
I just touched down, kick the motherf-ckin goal
Talkin baby money? I got your baby money
Kidnap your bitch, get 'how much you love your lady' money
I know you fake nigga, press your brakes
I'll you out, that's a date nigga
Im a ass blood, stop playin with me
Play asshole and get an ass
I you pussy cat ha, hello kitty
I throw the alley-oop to Drake Griffin
I lay em down,
This shits a game of chess, you niggas its cleavage
Its young money, 'tis the season
I give you the business, bitch this a meeting
My niggas hungry, my bitches
Will I die a murder? Dear Mr. Ouija
Nigga, Im straight, my girl a
Potato on the barrel, pop pop salad