Luyện nghe bài hát It's Good

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

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

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