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
enough money, I don't f-ck around
I just they needed me, so I stuck around
Feds got my man, shit is son
Cause my god son 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
Kush in the air, I'm pushing the
Love turned into hate, hate turned into
If it aint right, I sign the deal
Shoot me in the watch, I got to kill
Gasoline, propane, aint no salary cap in the dope
Aint no collective bargaining on
So in other words nigga, do thing

Mind in one place, in another
pardon my brother
He's just angry at you niggas who have your heart in your rap shit
And got too comfy, cause we still f-ckin hungry
Young Money, got the
Faded, f-ckin faded, aww yeah im f-ckin
tellin' lies about 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 shit hole
Ahhh, 3 visits later, I and did it major
So the judge, and the jury, and the litigator
Watchin all these kids who they had it figured out
And November came, they let my nigga out

Wayne]
Stop playin, I with that bullshit
act like bitches. Shanaynay, oh my goodness
This is Wayne's World, and y'all are just some
me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would bitch
Brand new p-ssy, p-ssy good as baby
Two glock 40s, 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 came home, shit then got real hoe
Lil Weezy-ana, the nigga, steal toe
I aint workin with a deck but I deal hoe
I just touched down, kick the motherf-ckin goal
Talkin 'bout baby money? I got your money
Kidnap your bitch, get that 'how much you love your money
I know you fake nigga, your brakes nigga
take you out, that's a date nigga
Im a ass blood, stop playin with me
asshole 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 game of chess, you think its cleavage
Its money, yeah 'tis the season
I give you the business, this a business meeting
My niggas hungry, my bitches
I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr. Ouija
Nigga, Im straight, my girl a
on the barrel, pop pop tater salad