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 f-ck
I just felt they needed me, so I around
Feds got my man, is real son
my god son just became my real son
Think is a game but all you get is a turn
You live and you learn, either you or you burn
Kush in the air, I'm the gears
Love turned into hate, hate into fear
If it aint right, I sign 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, 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, cause we still f-ckin
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 Island on this flow, 8 for that pistol
But at least they had some bad bitches workin' in that shit
Ahhh, 3 visits later, I went and did it
So f-ck the judge, and the jury, and the
Watchin all these kids who thought had it figured out

And then came, they let my nigga out

[Lil
Stop playin, I aint with that
Niggas act 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
new p-ssy, p-ssy good as baby powder
Two glock 40?s, nigga you got 80
Swimmin' in the money, Imma need some f-ckin
Its better to give, but we dont give a about 'em
I just came home, then got real hoe
Lil Weezy-ana, the nigga, steal toe
I aint workin with a deck but I deal hoe
I touched down, kick the motherf-ckin field goal
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 brakes nigga
I'll you out, that's a date nigga
Im a grown ass blood, stop playin me
Play asshole and get an ass
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 'tis the
I give you the business, bitch this a business
My niggas hungry, my greedy
I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr. Ouija
Nigga, Im straight, my girl a
on the barrel, pop pop tater salad