Luyện nghe bài hát So Good

I'm as as they come, I follow the rules
I'm still in the hood but I probably should
Made enough money, I don't around
I just felt needed me, so I stuck around
Feds got my man, shit is son
Cause my god son just became my son
Think is a game but all you get is a turn
You and you learn, either you freeze or you burn
Kush in the air, I'm the gears
Love turned into hate, turned into fear
If it aint right, I don't the deal
Shoot me in the watch, I got time to
Gasoline, propane, no salary cap in the dope game
Aint no collective on cocaine
So in words nigga, do your thing

Mind in one place, in another
Please my brother
He's just angry at you niggas who have your heart in your rap shit
And got too f-ckin comfy, cause we still f-ckin
Young Money, got the
Faded, faded, aww yeah im f-ckin faded
They tellin' lies about me, aww yeah I made it
Rikers on this flow, 8 months for that pistol
But at least they had some bad bitches 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 November came, let my nigga out

[Lil
playin, I aint with that bullshit
Niggas act bitches. Shanaynay, oh my goodness
is Wayne's World, and y'all are just some tourists
Give me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you 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 baby money? I got your baby
Kidnap your bitch, get that 'how much you your lady' money
I know you fake nigga, press brakes nigga
I'll take you out, a date nigga
Im a grown ass blood, playin with me
Play and get an ass whippin'
I think you pussy cat ha, hello
I throw the alley-oop to Drake Griffin
I lay em down,
This shits a game of chess, you niggas think its
Its money, yeah 'tis the season
I give you the business, bitch this a business
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