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 around
I just felt needed me, so I stuck around
got my man, shit is real son
Cause my god son became my real son
life is a game but all you get is a turn
You live and you learn, either you or you burn
in the air, I'm pushing the gears
Love turned into hate, turned into fear
If it right, I don't sign the deal
me in the watch, I got time to kill
Gasoline, propane, aint no salary cap in the dope
no collective bargaining on cocaine
So in words nigga, do your thing

Mind in one place, heart in
pardon my brother
He's just angry at you who dont have your heart in your rap shit
And got too comfy, cause we still f-ckin hungry
Young Money, got the
Faded, faded, aww yeah 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 some bad bitches workin' in that hole
Ahhh, 3 later, I went and did it major
So f-ck the judge, and the jury, and the
Watchin all these who thought they had it figured out
And then November came, let my nigga out

[Lil
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 good as powder
Two glock 40s, nigga you got 80
Swimmin' in the money, need some f-ckin goggles
Its better to give, but we dont give a f-ck 'em
I just home, shit then got real hoe
Lil Weezy-ana, the boot nigga, toe
I workin with a full deck but I deal hoe
I just down, kick the motherf-ckin field goal
Talkin 'bout money? I got your baby money
your bitch, get that 'how much you love your lady' money
I know you fake nigga, press your nigga
take you out, that's a date nigga
Im a grown ass blood, stop with me
asshole and get an ass whippin'
I think you cat ha, hello kitty
I just throw the to Drake Griffin
I lay em down,
This shits a game of chess, you niggas think its
Its money, yeah 'tis the season
I you the business, bitch this a business meeting
My niggas hungry, my greedy
Will I die a murder? Dear Mr. Ouija
Nigga, Im straight, my a faggot
Potato on the barrel, pop pop salad