Luyện nghe bài hát It's Good

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

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

[Lil
Stop playin, I aint with that
Niggas act like bitches. Shanaynay, oh my
This is Wayne's World, and y'all are just some
Give me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would
Brand new p-ssy, p-ssy good as baby
Two glock 40s, nigga you got 80
Swimmin' in the money, Imma need some f-ckin
Its to give, but we dont give a f-ck about 'em
I just came home, shit then got hoe
Lil Weezy-ana, the boot nigga, toe
I aint workin a full deck but I deal hoe
I just down, kick the motherf-ckin field goal
Talkin 'bout baby money? I got baby money
Kidnap your bitch, get that much you love your lady' money
I know you fake nigga, 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 think you cat ha, hello kitty
I just throw the alley-oop to Griffin
I lay em down,
This shits a game of chess, you think its cleavage
Its young money, yeah the season
I you the business, bitch this a business meeting
My hungry, my bitches greedy
Will I die a bloody murder? Mr. Ouija
Nigga, Im straight, my girl a
on the barrel, pop pop tater salad