Luyện nghe bài hát So Good

I'm as real as they come, I 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 stuck
got my man, shit is real son
Cause my god son just my real son
life is a game but all you get is a turn
You live and you learn, either you freeze or you
in the air, I'm pushing the gears
Love turned hate, hate turned into fear
If it aint right, I don't the deal
Shoot me in the watch, I got time to
Gasoline, propane, aint no cap in the dope game
no collective bargaining on cocaine
So in other words nigga, do thing

Mind in one place, heart in
Please my brother
He's just angry at you who dont have your heart in your 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 about me, aww yeah I must've it
Rikers Island on this flow, 8 months for pistol
But at they had some bad bitches workin' in that shit hole
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

Wayne]
Stop playin, I aint with bullshit
act like bitches. Shanaynay, oh my goodness
This is Wayne's World, and y'all are just some
me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would bitch
Brand new p-ssy, p-ssy good as baby
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 f-ck '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, the motherf-ckin field goal
Talkin 'bout money? I got your baby money
your bitch, get that 'how much you love your lady' money
I you fake nigga, press your brakes nigga
I'll you out, that's a date nigga
Im a grown ass blood, stop playin me
asshole and get an ass whippin'
I think you cat ha, hello kitty
I just throw the alley-oop to Drake
I lay em down,
This shits a game of chess, you niggas its cleavage
Its young money, yeah 'tis the
I give you the business, bitch a business meeting
My hungry, my bitches greedy
Will I die a bloody murder? Mr. Ouija
Nigga, Im straight, my a faggot
Potato on the barrel, pop pop salad