Luyện nghe bài hát It's Good

I'm as as they come, I follow the rules
I'm still in the but I probably should move
Made enough money, I don't f-ck
I just felt they needed me, so I stuck
Feds got my man, is real son
Cause my god son just my real son
Think life is a game but all you get is a
You live and you learn, you freeze or you burn
in the air, I'm pushing the gears
Love turned into hate, hate into 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 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 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' about me, aww yeah i must've made it
Rikers Island on this flow, 8 months for pistol
But at least they had some bad bitches in that shit hole
Ahhh, 3 later, I went and did it major
So the judge, and the jury, and the litigator
Watchin all these kids who thought they had it out
And then November came, they let my 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 tourists
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, Imma some 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 boot nigga, toe
I aint workin a full deck but I deal hoe
I just down, kick the motherf-ckin field goal
Talkin 'bout baby money? I got your baby
Kidnap your bitch, get 'how much you love your lady' money
I know you fake nigga, press your brakes
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 pussy cat ha, kitty
I just throw the to Drake Griffin
I lay em down,
This shits a game of chess, you niggas think its
Its young money, yeah the season
I give you the business, this a business meeting
My niggas hungry, my greedy
Will I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr.
Nigga, Im straight, my girl a
Potato on the barrel, pop pop tater