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 should move
Made money, I don't f-ck around
I just felt needed me, so I stuck around
Feds got my man, shit is son
my god son just became my real son
Think life is a game but all you get is a
You and you learn, either you freeze or you burn
in the air, I'm pushing the gears
Love turned into hate, hate turned fear
If it aint right, I sign the deal
me in the watch, I got time to kill
Gasoline, propane, aint no cap in the dope game
Aint no bargaining on cocaine
So in other words nigga, do thing

Mind in one place, heart in
Please my brother
He's angry at you niggas who dont have your heart in your rap shit
And got too f-ckin comfy, we still f-ckin 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 workin' in shit hole
Ahhh, 3 visits later, I went and did it
So the judge, and the jury, and the litigator
Watchin all kids who thought they had it figured out
And then November came, let my nigga out

Wayne]
Stop playin, I aint that bullshit
Niggas act bitches. Shanaynay, oh my goodness
This is Wayne's World, and y'all are some tourists
Give me wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would bitch
Brand new p-ssy, good as baby powder
Two glock 40s, you got 80 problems
in the money, Imma need some f-ckin goggles
Its better to give, but we give a f-ck about 'em
I came home, shit then got real hoe
Lil Weezy-ana, the boot nigga, toe
I aint workin with a full deck but I hoe
I touched down, kick the motherf-ckin field goal
Talkin 'bout money? I got your baby money
Kidnap your bitch, get that 'how much you 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 asshole and get an ass
I you pussy cat ha, hello kitty
I throw the alley-oop to Drake Griffin
I lay em down,
This shits a of chess, you niggas think its cleavage
Its young money, yeah 'tis the
I give you the business, bitch this a business
My niggas hungry, my bitches
Will I die a bloody Dear Mr. Ouija
Nigga, Im straight, my girl a
Potato on the barrel, pop pop salad