Luyện nghe bài hát It's Good

I'm as real as they come, I the rules
I'm still in the but I probably should move
Made enough money, I f-ck around
I just they needed me, so I stuck around
got my man, shit is real son
Cause my god son just became my son
Think life is a game but all you get is a
You live and you learn, you freeze or you burn
Kush in the air, I'm pushing the
Love into hate, hate turned into fear
If it aint right, I don't sign the
Shoot me in the watch, I got to kill
Gasoline, propane, aint no cap in the dope game
Aint no bargaining on cocaine
So in other nigga, do your thing

Mind in one place, heart in
pardon my brother
He's just angry at you niggas who dont have your heart in rap shit
And got too comfy, cause we still f-ckin hungry
Money, got the munchies
Faded, f-ckin faded, aww yeah im faded
They tellin' lies me, aww yeah i must've made it
Rikers on this flow, 8 months for that pistol
But at least they had some bad bitches workin' in that shit
Ahhh, 3 visits later, I 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 came, they let my nigga 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 some
Give me wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would bitch
Brand new p-ssy, p-ssy as baby powder
Two glock 40s, nigga you got 80
Swimmin' in the money, Imma 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 aint with a full deck but I deal hoe
I just touched down, kick the motherf-ckin goal
Talkin 'bout baby money? I got your money
your 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, stop playin me
asshole 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 game of chess, you niggas its cleavage
Its young money, yeah 'tis the
I give you the business, bitch this a meeting
My niggas hungry, my bitches
Will I die a murder? Dear Mr. Ouija
Nigga, Im straight, my a faggot
Potato on the barrel, pop pop salad