Luyện nghe bài hát So Good

I'm as real as they come, I follow the
I'm in the hood but I probably should move
Made money, I don't f-ck around
I felt they needed me, so I stuck around
Feds got my man, is real son
Cause my god son became my real son
life 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 pushing the
turned into hate, hate turned into fear
If it aint right, I don't the deal
me in the watch, I got time to kill
Gasoline, propane, no salary cap in the dope game
Aint no collective on cocaine
So in other words nigga, do thing

Mind in one place, heart in
pardon my brother
He's just angry at you niggas who dont have heart in your rap shit
And got too f-ckin comfy, cause we f-ckin hungry
Young Money, got the
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 that
But at least they had 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
Watchin all these kids who thought they had it out

And then November came, let my nigga out

[Lil
Stop playin, I aint with bullshit
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 would
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 to give, but we dont give a f-ck about 'em
I just came home, shit then got hoe
Lil Weezy-ana, the boot nigga, toe
I aint workin with a full but I deal hoe
I just down, kick the motherf-ckin field goal
Talkin 'bout baby money? I got your baby
Kidnap bitch, get that 'how much you love your lady' money
I know you nigga, press your brakes nigga
I'll take you out, that's a date
Im a grown ass blood, stop playin 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 its cleavage
Its money, yeah 'tis the season
I give you the business, bitch a business meeting
My niggas hungry, my bitches
Will I die a bloody Dear Mr. Ouija
Nigga, Im straight, my a faggot
on the barrel, pop pop tater salad