Luyện nghe bài hát It's Good

I'm as real as come, I follow the rules
I'm still in the but I probably should move
Made enough money, I f-ck around
I just felt they needed me, so I around
got my man, shit is real son
Cause my god son just my real son
Think life is a but all you get is a turn
You and you learn, either you freeze or you burn
Kush in the air, I'm pushing the
Love into hate, hate turned into fear
If it right, I don't sign the deal
me in the watch, I got time to kill
Gasoline, propane, no salary cap in the dope game
Aint no collective bargaining on
So in other words nigga, do your

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

Wayne]
Stop playin, I aint that bullshit
act like bitches. Shanaynay, oh my goodness
This is Wayne's World, and y'all are some 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, need some f-ckin goggles
Its better to give, but we dont give a f-ck 'em
I just home, shit then got real hoe
Lil Weezy-ana, the boot nigga, toe
I aint workin with a full deck but I hoe
I just touched down, kick the motherf-ckin field
Talkin 'bout money? I got your baby money
Kidnap your bitch, get that 'how much you love your money
I know you nigga, press your brakes nigga
I'll take you out, that's a nigga
Im a ass blood, stop playin with me
Play and get an ass whippin'
I think you pussy cat ha, kitty
I just throw the alley-oop to Drake
I lay em down,
This shits a game of chess, you niggas 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