Luyện nghe bài hát It's Good

I'm as real as they come, I the rules
I'm in the hood but I probably should move
Made enough money, I don't f-ck
I just they needed me, so I stuck around
got my man, shit is real son
Cause my god son just my real son
Think life is a game but all you get is a
You live and you learn, either you or you burn
Kush in the air, I'm pushing the
turned into hate, hate turned into fear
If it aint right, I don't sign the
Shoot me in the watch, I got time to
Gasoline, propane, no salary cap in the dope game
no collective bargaining on cocaine
So in other nigga, do your thing

Mind in one place, heart in
pardon my brother
He's just angry at you niggas who dont your heart 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 lies about me, aww yeah i must've made it
Rikers Island on flow, 8 months for that pistol
But at least had some bad bitches workin' in that shit hole
Ahhh, 3 visits later, I 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 November came, they let my nigga out

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