Luyện nghe bài hát So Good

I'm as real as they come, I the rules
I'm still in the hood but I should move
Made enough money, I f-ck around
I just felt they me, so I stuck around
got my man, shit is real son
Cause my god son just became my son
life is a game but all you get is a turn
You and you learn, either you freeze 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 sign the
Shoot me in the watch, I got to kill
Gasoline, propane, aint no salary cap in the game
Aint no collective on cocaine
So in words 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 rap shit
And got too f-ckin comfy, cause we f-ckin hungry
Money, got the munchies
Faded, faded, aww yeah im f-ckin faded
They tellin' lies about me, aww yeah I 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 visits later, I went and did it
So the judge, and the jury, and the litigator
Watchin all these kids who thought had it figured out

And then November came, they let my out

Wayne]
Stop playin, I aint with that
Niggas act like bitches. Shanaynay, oh my
This is World, and y'all are just some tourists
Give me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would
Brand new p-ssy, good as baby powder
Two 40?s, nigga 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, then got real 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 goal
Talkin 'bout baby I got your baby money
Kidnap your bitch, get that 'how much you love your money
I know you nigga, press your brakes nigga
I'll you out, that's a date nigga
Im a ass blood, stop playin with me
asshole and get an ass whippin'
I think you pussy cat ha, kitty
I throw the alley-oop to Drake Griffin
I lay em down,
This shits a game of chess, you think its cleavage
Its young money, 'tis the season
I give you the business, bitch this a business
My niggas hungry, my bitches
Will I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr.
Nigga, Im straight, my a faggot
Potato on the barrel, pop pop tater