Luyện nghe bài hát It's Good

I'm as real as they come, I follow the
I'm still in the hood but I probably move
Made enough money, I don't f-ck
I just they needed me, so I stuck around
Feds got my man, shit is son
Cause my god son just became my son
life is a game but all you get is a turn
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 sign the deal
Shoot me in the watch, I got to kill
Gasoline, propane, no salary cap in the dope game
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, we still f-ckin hungry
Money, got the munchies
Faded, f-ckin faded, aww yeah im faded
They tellin' lies about me, aww i must've made it
Rikers Island on flow, 8 months for that pistol
But at least they had bad bitches workin' in that shit hole
Ahhh, 3 visits later, I went and did it
So f-ck the judge, and the jury, and the
Watchin all these kids who they had it figured out
And then November came, they let my out

Wayne]
Stop playin, I aint with that
act like bitches. Shanaynay, oh my goodness
This is Wayne's World, and y'all are some 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
Swimmin' in the money, Imma need some f-ckin
Its better to give, but we dont a f-ck about 'em
I came home, shit then got real hoe
Lil Weezy-ana, the boot nigga, toe
I aint workin with a deck but I deal hoe
I just down, kick the motherf-ckin field goal
Talkin baby money? I got your baby money
Kidnap your bitch, get 'how much you love your lady' money
I you fake nigga, press your brakes nigga
I'll you out, that's a date nigga
Im a grown ass blood, playin with me
Play and get an ass whippin'
I think you pussy cat ha, kitty
I just throw the alley-oop to Drake
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 hungry, my bitches greedy
Will I die a murder? Dear Mr. Ouija
Nigga, Im straight, my a faggot
on the barrel, pop pop tater salad