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 probably should
enough money, I don't f-ck around
I felt they needed me, so I stuck around
Feds got my man, is real son
Cause my god son just my real son
life is a game but all you get is a turn
You live and you learn, 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
Shoot me in the watch, I got time to
Gasoline, propane, aint no salary cap in the game
Aint no bargaining on cocaine
So in other words nigga, do thing

Mind in one place, heart in
pardon my brother
He's just angry at you niggas who dont have 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 about me, aww i must've made it
Island on this flow, 8 months for that pistol
But at least they had some bad bitches workin' in that hole
Ahhh, 3 visits later, I went and did it
So the judge, and the jury, and the litigator
all these kids who thought they had it figured out
And then November came, let my nigga out

[Lil
Stop playin, I aint that bullshit
Niggas act bitches. Shanaynay, oh my goodness
This is World, and y'all are just some 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
in the money, Imma need some f-ckin goggles
Its better to give, but we dont 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 deck but I deal hoe
I touched down, kick the motherf-ckin field goal
Talkin 'bout baby I got your baby money
Kidnap your bitch, get that 'how much you love lady' money
I you fake nigga, press your brakes nigga
I'll you out, that's a date nigga
Im a grown ass blood, stop playin me
Play asshole and get an ass
I think you cat ha, hello kitty
I just throw the to Drake Griffin
I lay em down,
This shits a of chess, you niggas think its cleavage
Its money, yeah 'tis the season
I you the business, bitch this a business meeting
My hungry, my bitches greedy
Will I die a bloody murder? Mr. Ouija
Nigga, Im straight, my a faggot
on the barrel, pop pop tater salad