Luyện nghe bài hát It's Good

I'm as real as they come, I follow the
I'm in the hood but I probably should move
Made enough money, I f-ck around
I just felt needed me, so I stuck around
Feds got my man, 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, you freeze or you burn
Kush in the air, I'm the gears
Love turned into hate, hate turned fear
If it right, I don't sign the deal
Shoot me in the watch, I got time to
Gasoline, propane, aint no cap in the dope game
Aint no collective bargaining on
So in other words nigga, do your

Mind in one place, in another
pardon my brother
He's just angry at you niggas who dont have your in your rap shit
And got too f-ckin comfy, cause we still f-ckin
Money, got the munchies
Faded, f-ckin faded, aww yeah im faded
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 bad bitches workin' in that shit hole
Ahhh, 3 later, I went 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
act like bitches. Shanaynay, oh my goodness
This is Wayne's World, and y'all are just tourists
Give me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would
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 give a about 'em
I just came home, shit then got hoe
Lil Weezy-ana, the boot nigga, toe
I aint workin with a full deck but I hoe
I just touched down, kick the motherf-ckin goal
Talkin baby money? I got your baby money
Kidnap your bitch, get that much you love your lady' money
I you fake nigga, press your brakes nigga
I'll you out, that's a date nigga
Im a grown ass blood, playin with me
Play and get an ass whippin'
I think you cat ha, hello kitty
I just throw the alley-oop to Drake
I lay em down,
This shits a of chess, you niggas think its cleavage
Its young money, yeah 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 girl a
Potato on the barrel, pop pop tater