Luyện nghe bài hát It's Good

I'm as as they come, I follow the rules
I'm still in the hood but I probably should
Made money, I don't f-ck around
I just they needed me, so I stuck around
Feds got my man, shit is son
my god son just became my real son
Think is a game but all you get is a turn
You live and you learn, either you freeze or you
in the air, I'm pushing the gears
Love turned into hate, hate turned into
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 dope
Aint no collective bargaining on
So in words nigga, do your thing

Mind in one place, heart in
Please my brother
He's just angry at you niggas who dont your heart in your rap shit
And got too f-ckin comfy, cause we still f-ckin
Money, got the munchies
Faded, faded, aww yeah im f-ckin faded
They tellin' lies about me, aww i must've made it
Rikers Island on this flow, 8 months for that
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 had it figured out
And November came, they let my nigga out

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