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
Made enough money, I don't around
I just felt they me, so I stuck around
Feds got my man, shit is son
Cause my god son just my real son
life is a game but all you get is a turn
You live and you learn, either you or you burn
Kush in the air, I'm pushing the
turned into hate, hate turned into fear
If it right, I don't sign the deal
Shoot me in the watch, I got to kill
Gasoline, propane, aint no salary cap in the dope
no collective bargaining on cocaine
So in other nigga, do your thing

Mind in one place, heart in
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
Young Money, got the
Faded, f-ckin faded, aww yeah im f-ckin
They tellin' lies me, aww yeah i must've made it
Rikers Island on flow, 8 months for that pistol
But at least they had some bad workin' 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

[Lil
playin, I aint with that bullshit
Niggas act 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 a f-ck about 'em
I just came home, shit got real hoe
Lil Weezy-ana, the boot nigga, toe
I aint with a full deck but I deal hoe
I just touched down, the motherf-ckin field goal
Talkin 'bout baby money? I got your baby
Kidnap your bitch, get that 'how much you your lady' money
I know you fake nigga, press brakes nigga
take you out, that's a date nigga
Im a grown ass blood, stop playin me
asshole and get an ass whippin'
I think you pussy cat ha, hello
I just throw the to Drake Griffin
I lay em down,
This a game of chess, you niggas think its cleavage
Its young money, yeah 'tis the
I give you the business, this a business meeting
My niggas hungry, my greedy
Will I die a bloody murder? Mr. Ouija
Nigga, Im straight, my a faggot
Potato on the barrel, pop pop salad