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 money, I don't f-ck around
I just felt they needed me, so I 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 and you learn, either you freeze or you burn
Kush in the air, I'm pushing the
Love turned into hate, hate into fear
If it aint right, I don't sign the
Shoot me in the watch, I got time to
Gasoline, propane, aint no cap in the dope game
no collective bargaining on cocaine
So in other words nigga, do your

Mind in one place, in another
Please pardon my
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 im f-ckin faded
They tellin' lies about me, aww yeah i made it
Rikers Island on this flow, 8 months for pistol
But at they 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 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 just tourists
Give me wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would bitch
new p-ssy, p-ssy good as baby powder
Two glock 40s, nigga you got 80
Swimmin' in the money, Imma need some goggles
Its better to give, but we dont give a about 'em
I just came home, then got real hoe
Lil Weezy-ana, the nigga, steal toe
I aint workin with a deck but I deal hoe
I just touched down, kick the motherf-ckin field
Talkin 'bout baby money? I got baby money
Kidnap your bitch, get that 'how much you love your lady'
I know you fake nigga, press brakes nigga
take 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 to Drake Griffin
I lay em down,
This shits a of chess, you niggas think its cleavage
Its young money, yeah 'tis the
I give you the business, bitch this a meeting
My niggas hungry, my greedy
Will I die a bloody murder? Mr. Ouija
Nigga, Im straight, my girl a
Potato on the barrel, pop pop salad