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
Made enough money, I f-ck around
I felt they needed me, so I stuck around
got my man, shit is real son
Cause my god son just my real son
Think life is a but all you get is a turn
You live and you learn, either you or you burn
Kush in the air, I'm the gears
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 salary cap in the 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 angry at you niggas who dont have heart in your rap shit
And got too comfy, cause we still f-ckin hungry
Money, got the munchies
Faded, f-ckin faded, aww yeah im f-ckin
They lies about me, aww yeah i must've made it
Rikers Island on this flow, 8 for that pistol
But at least they had some bad workin' in that shit hole
Ahhh, 3 later, I went and did it major
So the judge, and the jury, and the litigator
Watchin all these kids who thought had it figured out
And November came, they let my nigga out

[Lil
playin, I aint with that bullshit
Niggas act like bitches. Shanaynay, oh my
This is Wayne's World, and are just some tourists
me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would bitch
Brand new p-ssy, good as baby powder
Two glock 40s, nigga you got 80
Swimmin' in the money, Imma need f-ckin goggles
Its better to give, but we dont a f-ck about 'em
I just home, shit then got real hoe
Lil Weezy-ana, the nigga, steal toe
I workin with a full deck but I deal hoe
I just touched down, kick the field goal
Talkin 'bout money? I got your baby money
Kidnap your bitch, get that 'how much you love lady' money
I you fake nigga, press your brakes nigga
I'll take you out, that's a date
Im a grown ass blood, stop with me
Play and get an ass whippin'
I you pussy cat ha, hello kitty
I just the alley-oop to Drake Griffin
I lay em down,
shits a game of chess, you niggas think its cleavage
Its young money, yeah 'tis the
I give you the business, bitch a business meeting
My hungry, my bitches greedy
Will I die a bloody murder? Mr. Ouija
Nigga, Im straight, my a faggot
Potato on the barrel, pop pop tater