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
enough money, I don't f-ck around
I felt they needed me, so I stuck around
Feds got my man, shit is son
Cause my god son just became my son
Think life is a but all you get is a turn
You live and you learn, either you freeze or you
Kush in the air, I'm the gears
Love turned into hate, turned into fear
If it right, I don't sign the deal
Shoot me in the watch, I got time to
Gasoline, propane, aint no salary cap in the game
Aint no 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 your heart in your rap shit
And got too f-ckin comfy, cause we still hungry
Money, got the munchies
Faded, f-ckin faded, aww yeah im f-ckin
They tellin' lies me, aww yeah I must've made it
Rikers on this flow, 8 months for that pistol
But at they had some 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 came, they 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 40?s, nigga you got 80 problems
Swimmin' in the money, Imma need some f-ckin
Its better to give, but we dont give a 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 touched down, kick the motherf-ckin field goal
Talkin 'bout baby money? I got your baby
Kidnap your bitch, get that 'how much you love your money
I know you fake nigga, press your brakes
I'll take you out, that's a nigga
Im a grown ass blood, stop with me
asshole and get an ass whippin'
I think you cat ha, hello kitty
I throw the alley-oop to Drake Griffin
I lay em down,
This shits a of chess, you niggas think its cleavage
Its young money, yeah the season
I give you the business, bitch this a meeting
My hungry, my bitches greedy
Will I die a bloody Dear Mr. Ouija
Nigga, Im straight, my a faggot
Potato on the barrel, pop pop tater