Luyện nghe bài hát So Good

I'm as real as come, I follow the rules
I'm still in the hood but I should move
Made enough money, I don't f-ck
I just felt they needed me, so I stuck
Feds got my man, is real son
Cause my god son just became my son
Think is a game but all you get is a turn
You and you learn, either you freeze or you burn
Kush in the air, I'm pushing the
Love turned into hate, hate turned fear
If it aint right, I don't the deal
me in the watch, I got time to kill
Gasoline, propane, aint no salary cap in the game
Aint no collective bargaining on
So in other words nigga, do your

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

And November came, they let my nigga out

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