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 move
Made enough money, I f-ck around
I just felt they me, so I stuck around
got my man, shit is real son
Cause my god son became my real son
life is a game but all you get is a turn
You live and you learn, either you freeze or you
in the air, I'm pushing the gears
Love turned into hate, turned into fear
If it aint right, I sign the deal
Shoot me in the watch, I got time to
Gasoline, propane, aint no cap in the dope game
Aint no collective bargaining on
So in words nigga, do your thing

Mind in one place, in another
pardon my brother
He's just angry at you niggas who dont have your heart in your rap
And got too f-ckin comfy, cause we still hungry
Money, got the munchies
Faded, faded, aww yeah im f-ckin faded
They tellin' lies me, aww yeah i must've made it
Rikers Island on this flow, 8 months for that
But at least they had some bad bitches workin' in that shit
Ahhh, 3 later, I went and did it major
So the judge, and the jury, and the litigator
Watchin all these kids who thought had it figured out
And then November came, they let my out

Wayne]
Stop playin, I aint that bullshit
Niggas act like bitches. Shanaynay, oh my
This is Wayne's World, and y'all are some tourists
Give me wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would bitch
new p-ssy, p-ssy good as baby powder
Two 40s, nigga you got 80 problems
Swimmin' in the money, Imma need some goggles
Its to give, but we dont give 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 full but I deal hoe
I just down, kick the motherf-ckin field goal
Talkin 'bout baby money? I got your money
Kidnap your bitch, get that 'how much you love lady' money
I know you fake nigga, press your nigga
take you out, that's a date nigga
Im a grown ass blood, playin with me
Play asshole and get an ass
I think you pussy cat ha, hello
I just throw the to Drake Griffin
I lay em down,
This shits a game of chess, you think its cleavage
Its young money, 'tis the season
I give you the business, bitch this a meeting
My niggas hungry, my bitches
I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr. Ouija
Nigga, Im straight, my girl a
Potato on the barrel, pop pop salad