Luyện nghe bài hát So Good

I'm as real as they come, I follow the
I'm still in the but I probably should move
Made enough money, I f-ck around
I felt they 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 game but all you get is a
You live and you learn, you freeze or you burn
Kush in the air, I'm pushing the
Love turned hate, hate turned into fear
If it aint right, I sign the deal
me in the watch, I got time to kill
Gasoline, propane, no salary cap in the dope game
Aint no collective bargaining on
So in words nigga, do your thing

Mind in one place, in another
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 still hungry
Young Money, got the
Faded, f-ckin faded, aww yeah im f-ckin
They tellin' lies about me, aww I must've made it
Rikers on this flow, 8 months for that pistol
But at least they had bad bitches workin' in that shit hole
Ahhh, 3 visits later, I went and did it
So f-ck the judge, and the jury, and the
all these kids who thought they had it figured out

And then November came, let my nigga out

Wayne]
Stop playin, I aint that bullshit
Niggas act 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, good as baby powder
Two glock 40?s, nigga you got 80
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 boot nigga, toe
I aint workin with a full deck but I hoe
I touched 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 you out, that's a date nigga
Im a ass blood, stop playin with me
Play and get an ass whippin'
I think you pussy cat ha, kitty
I just throw the to Drake Griffin
I lay em down,
This shits a of chess, you niggas think its cleavage
Its money, yeah 'tis the season
I give you the business, bitch this a business
My hungry, my bitches greedy
Will I die a murder? Dear Mr. Ouija
Nigga, Im straight, my girl a
on the barrel, pop pop tater salad