Luyện nghe bài hát It's Good

I'm as as they come, I follow the rules
I'm still in the hood but I should move
Made enough money, I don't f-ck
I felt they needed me, so I stuck around
Feds got my man, 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, either you freeze or you
Kush in the air, I'm pushing the
Love turned into hate, turned into fear
If it right, I don't sign the deal
Shoot me in the watch, I got to kill
Gasoline, propane, no salary cap in the dope game
Aint no bargaining 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 your heart in your rap shit
And got too f-ckin comfy, cause we still hungry
Young Money, got the
Faded, f-ckin faded, aww yeah im faded
They tellin' lies me, aww yeah i must've made it
Rikers Island on this flow, 8 for that pistol
But at least they had some bad bitches 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 they had it figured out
And then came, they let my nigga out

Wayne]
Stop playin, I aint with that
Niggas act like bitches. Shanaynay, oh my
This is World, and y'all are just some tourists
Give me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you bitch
Brand new p-ssy, p-ssy good as baby
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 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 'bout baby I got your baby money
Kidnap your bitch, get that 'how much you love your money
I know you fake nigga, your brakes nigga
I'll take you out, that's a date
Im a grown ass blood, stop playin me
Play and get an ass whippin'
I think you pussy cat ha, hello
I just the alley-oop to Drake Griffin
I lay em down,
This shits a of chess, you niggas think its cleavage
Its money, yeah 'tis the season
I give you the business, this a business meeting
My hungry, my bitches greedy
Will I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr.
Nigga, Im straight, my girl a
Potato on the barrel, pop pop salad