Luyện nghe bài hát It's Good

I'm as real as they come, I the rules
I'm still in the hood but I probably move
Made enough money, I don't around
I just felt they needed me, so I around
Feds got my man, shit is son
Cause my god son just became my son
Think is a game but all you get is a turn
You and you learn, either you freeze or you burn
Kush in the air, I'm the gears
Love turned into hate, hate turned fear
If it aint right, I don't 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 your

Mind in one place, in another
Please my brother
He's just angry at you niggas who have your heart in your rap shit
And got too f-ckin comfy, we still f-ckin hungry
Money, got the munchies
Faded, f-ckin faded, aww yeah im faded
They tellin' lies about me, aww yeah i 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 went and did it
So f-ck the judge, and the jury, and the
Watchin all these kids who thought they had it out
And then November came, let my nigga out

[Lil
Stop playin, I aint with bullshit
act like bitches. Shanaynay, oh my goodness
This is World, and y'all are just some tourists
me three 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 dont give a f-ck 'em
I just came home, shit got real hoe
Lil Weezy-ana, the boot nigga, toe
I aint workin a full deck but I deal hoe
I just touched down, kick the motherf-ckin field
Talkin 'bout baby I got your baby money
your bitch, get that 'how much you love your lady' money
I know you fake nigga, press your nigga
I'll take you out, a date nigga
Im a ass blood, stop playin with me
Play and get an ass whippin'
I think you pussy cat ha, hello
I throw the alley-oop to Drake Griffin
I lay em down,
This shits a game of chess, you niggas think its
Its young money, yeah 'tis the
I give you the business, this a business meeting
My hungry, my bitches greedy
Will I die a bloody murder? Mr. Ouija
Nigga, Im straight, my girl a
Potato on the barrel, pop pop tater