Luyện nghe bài hát So Good

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

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

And then November came, let my nigga out

Wayne]
Stop playin, I aint with that
act like bitches. Shanaynay, oh my goodness
This is Wayne's World, and y'all are just tourists
Give me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you bitch
Brand new p-ssy, good as baby powder
Two glock 40?s, nigga you got 80
Swimmin' in the money, Imma some f-ckin goggles
Its better to give, but we give a f-ck about 'em
I just came home, shit then got hoe
Lil Weezy-ana, the nigga, steal toe
I aint workin a full deck but I deal hoe
I just touched down, kick the motherf-ckin field
Talkin 'bout baby money? I got your baby
Kidnap your bitch, get that 'how much you your lady' money
I know you nigga, press your brakes nigga
take you out, that's a date nigga
Im a grown ass blood, stop with me
Play asshole and get an ass
I you pussy cat ha, hello kitty
I just the alley-oop to Drake Griffin
I lay em down,
This a game of chess, you niggas think its cleavage
Its money, yeah 'tis the season
I give you the business, bitch this a meeting
My niggas hungry, my greedy
Will I die a bloody murder? Mr. Ouija
Nigga, Im straight, my girl a
on the barrel, pop pop tater salad