Luyện nghe bài hát So Good

I'm as real as they come, I the rules
I'm still in the hood but I probably move
Made enough money, I don't around
I just felt needed me, so I stuck around
got my man, shit is real son
Cause my god son just my real son
Think life is a but all you get is a turn
You live and you learn, you freeze or you burn
Kush in the air, I'm pushing the
Love turned into hate, hate into fear
If it aint right, I don't sign the
me in the watch, I got time to kill
Gasoline, propane, no salary cap in the dope game
no collective bargaining on cocaine
So in other nigga, do your thing

Mind in one place, heart in
Please my brother
He's just angry at you niggas who dont have your heart in your rap
And got too f-ckin comfy, we still f-ckin hungry
Young Money, got the
Faded, f-ckin faded, aww im f-ckin faded
They tellin' lies me, aww yeah I must've made it
Rikers Island on flow, 8 months for that pistol
But at they had some bad bitches 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 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 some tourists
Give me wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would bitch
new p-ssy, p-ssy good as baby 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 f-ck 'em
I just came home, then got real hoe
Lil Weezy-ana, the nigga, steal toe
I aint workin with a full but I deal hoe
I just touched down, kick the motherf-ckin field
'bout baby money? I got your baby money
Kidnap your bitch, get that 'how you love your lady' money
I know you fake nigga, press your nigga
I'll you out, that's a date nigga
Im a grown ass blood, stop with me
Play asshole and get an ass
I think you pussy cat ha, kitty
I just throw the alley-oop to Griffin
I lay em down,
This shits a game of chess, you niggas think its
Its young money, 'tis 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
on the barrel, pop pop tater salad