Luyện nghe bài hát So Good

I'm as real as they come, I follow the
I'm in the hood but I probably should move
Made enough money, I don't f-ck
I felt they needed me, so I stuck around
Feds got my man, 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 into hate, hate turned into fear
If it aint right, I don't the deal
me in the watch, I got time 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
Please my brother
He's just angry at you niggas who dont have your heart in rap shit
And got too f-ckin comfy, we still f-ckin hungry
Young Money, got the
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 shit hole
Ahhh, 3 visits later, I went and did it
So the judge, and the jury, and the litigator
Watchin all these who thought they had it figured out

And then November came, they let my out

[Lil
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
Brand new p-ssy, p-ssy good as baby
Two glock 40?s, you got 80 problems
Swimmin' in the money, need some f-ckin goggles
Its to give, but we dont give a f-ck about 'em
I just came home, shit got real hoe
Lil Weezy-ana, the boot nigga, toe
I workin with a full deck but I deal hoe
I just touched down, kick the field goal
Talkin 'bout baby money? I got your baby
Kidnap your bitch, get that much you love your lady' money
I know you fake nigga, press your brakes
I'll take you out, that's a nigga
Im a grown ass blood, playin with me
Play and get an ass whippin'
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 its cleavage
Its young money, yeah 'tis the
I you the business, bitch this a business meeting
My hungry, my bitches greedy
Will I die a murder? Dear Mr. Ouija
Nigga, Im straight, my girl a
on the barrel, pop pop tater salad