Luyện nghe bài hát So Good

I'm as as they come, I follow the rules
I'm still in the but I probably should move
Made enough money, I don't 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 live and you learn, either you freeze or you
in the air, I'm pushing the gears
Love turned into hate, hate turned into
If it aint right, I don't the deal
Shoot me in the watch, I got time to
Gasoline, propane, aint no salary cap in the dope
Aint no collective on cocaine
So in other nigga, do your thing

Mind in one place, heart in
Please pardon my
He's just at you niggas who dont have your heart in your rap shit
And got too f-ckin comfy, we still f-ckin hungry
Young Money, got the
Faded, f-ckin faded, aww yeah im faded
They tellin' lies about me, aww I must've made it
Island on this flow, 8 months for that pistol
But at least they had some bad bitches workin' in that shit
Ahhh, 3 later, I went and did it major
So the judge, and the jury, and the litigator
Watchin all these kids who thought had it figured out

And then came, they let my nigga out

Wayne]
Stop playin, I with that bullshit
Niggas act bitches. Shanaynay, oh my goodness
This is Wayne's World, and y'all are some tourists
Give me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you bitch
Brand new p-ssy, p-ssy good as powder
Two glock 40?s, nigga you got 80
Swimmin' in the money, need some f-ckin goggles
Its better to give, but we give a f-ck about 'em
I just home, shit then got real hoe
Lil Weezy-ana, the boot nigga, toe
I workin with a full deck but I deal hoe
I just touched down, kick the motherf-ckin goal
Talkin 'bout baby money? I got your baby
your bitch, get that 'how much you love your lady' money
I know you fake nigga, your brakes nigga
I'll take you out, that's a date
Im a grown ass blood, stop playin me
Play and get an ass whippin'
I think you cat ha, hello kitty
I just throw the alley-oop to Griffin
I lay em down,
This a game of chess, you niggas think its cleavage
Its young money, yeah 'tis the
I you the business, bitch this a business meeting
My niggas hungry, my bitches
Will I die a bloody Dear Mr. Ouija
Nigga, Im straight, my a faggot
Potato on the barrel, pop pop salad