Luyện nghe bài hát It's Good

I'm as real as they come, I the rules
I'm still in the hood but I probably 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 became my real son
Think 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 turned fear
If it right, I don't sign the deal
Shoot me in the watch, I got to kill
Gasoline, propane, aint no cap in the dope game
Aint no collective on cocaine
So in words nigga, do your thing

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 hungry
Money, got the munchies
Faded, f-ckin faded, aww yeah im f-ckin
They tellin' lies about me, aww yeah i must've it
Island on this flow, 8 months 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 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
playin, I aint with that bullshit
Niggas act bitches. Shanaynay, oh my goodness
This is Wayne's World, and y'all are just some
Give me wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would bitch
new p-ssy, p-ssy good as baby powder
Two 40s, nigga you got 80 problems
Swimmin' in the money, need some f-ckin goggles
Its better to give, but we dont a f-ck about 'em
I just came home, shit then got hoe
Lil Weezy-ana, the nigga, steal toe
I workin with a full deck but I deal hoe
I just touched down, kick the motherf-ckin goal
Talkin baby money? I got your baby money
Kidnap bitch, get that 'how much you love your lady' money
I know you fake nigga, press your brakes
I'll take you out, a date nigga
Im a grown ass blood, playin with me
Play asshole and get an ass
I think you cat ha, hello kitty
I just throw the alley-oop to Drake
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, bitch this a business
My niggas hungry, my bitches
Will I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr.
Nigga, Im straight, my a faggot
Potato on the barrel, pop pop tater