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 move
enough money, I don't f-ck around
I just felt needed me, so I stuck around
Feds got my man, shit is son
Cause my god son just my real son
Think 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 don't sign the
me in the watch, I got time to kill
Gasoline, propane, aint no cap in the dope game
Aint no collective bargaining on
So in other words nigga, do 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 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 made it
Rikers Island on this flow, 8 months for that
But at least they had some bad bitches in that shit hole
Ahhh, 3 later, I went and did it major
So the judge, and the jury, and the litigator
all these kids who thought they had it figured out
And then November came, they let my out

[Lil
Stop playin, I aint that bullshit
Niggas act bitches. Shanaynay, oh my goodness
This is World, and y'all are just some tourists
Give me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would
Brand new p-ssy, p-ssy good as powder
Two glock 40s, you got 80 problems
Swimmin' in the money, Imma need f-ckin goggles
Its better to give, but we dont give a f-ck 'em
I came 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 touched down, the motherf-ckin field goal
Talkin baby money? I got your baby money
Kidnap your bitch, get that 'how much you love your money
I know you fake nigga, press your nigga
I'll you out, that's a date nigga
Im a grown ass blood, stop with me
Play asshole and get an ass
I think you pussy cat ha, hello
I just the alley-oop to Drake Griffin
I lay em down,
This shits a game of chess, you think its cleavage
Its young money, yeah the season
I give you the business, this a business meeting
My niggas hungry, my greedy
Will I die a bloody murder? Mr. Ouija
Nigga, Im straight, my a faggot
on the barrel, pop pop tater salad