Luyện nghe bài hát So Good

I'm as as they come, I follow the rules
I'm in the hood but I probably should move
Made enough money, I don't around
I felt they needed me, so I stuck around
Feds got my man, is real son
Cause my god son just became my son
Think life is a game but all you get is a
You live and you learn, either you or you burn
Kush in the air, I'm pushing the
Love into hate, hate turned into fear
If it aint right, I don't the deal
Shoot me in the watch, I got 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 pardon my
He's just angry at you niggas who dont have your heart in rap shit
And got too comfy, cause we still f-ckin hungry
Young Money, got the
Faded, f-ckin faded, aww yeah im faded
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 some bad bitches workin' in that shit
Ahhh, 3 later, I went and did it major
So f-ck the judge, and the jury, and the
Watchin all these kids who they had it figured out

And then November came, let my nigga out

[Lil
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 powder
Two glock 40?s, you got 80 problems
Swimmin' in the money, Imma need f-ckin goggles
Its better to give, but we dont give a about 'em
I just came home, shit then got hoe
Lil Weezy-ana, the nigga, steal toe
I aint workin with a deck but I deal hoe
I just touched down, kick the motherf-ckin field
Talkin 'bout baby money? I got your money
Kidnap your bitch, get 'how much you love your lady' money
I know you fake nigga, press your brakes
I'll take you out, that's a date
Im a grown ass blood, stop playin me
Play and get an ass whippin'
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, yeah the season
I give you the business, bitch a business meeting
My niggas hungry, my greedy
Will I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr.
Nigga, Im straight, my girl a
Potato on the barrel, pop pop salad