Luyện nghe bài hát So Good

I'm as real as they come, I follow the
I'm still in the hood but I probably should
Made enough money, I don't f-ck
I just they needed me, so I stuck around
Feds got my man, shit is son
Cause my god son became my real son
Think 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
Love turned into hate, hate turned fear
If it right, I don't sign the deal
Shoot me in the watch, I got to kill
Gasoline, propane, aint no salary cap in the dope
no collective bargaining on cocaine
So in other words nigga, do thing

Mind in one place, in another
Please my brother
He's just angry at you niggas who dont have your in your rap shit
And got too comfy, cause we still f-ckin hungry
Money, got the munchies
Faded, f-ckin faded, aww yeah im f-ckin
They tellin' about me, aww yeah I must've made it
Island on this 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 f-ck the judge, and the jury, and the
Watchin all these kids who thought had it figured out

And then November came, they let my out

Wayne]
Stop playin, I aint with bullshit
Niggas act bitches. Shanaynay, oh my goodness
This is Wayne's World, and y'all are some tourists
me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would bitch
Brand new p-ssy, p-ssy good as baby
Two glock 40?s, you got 80 problems
Swimmin' in the money, need some f-ckin goggles
Its better to give, but we dont give a f-ck 'em
I just came home, shit then got hoe
Lil Weezy-ana, the boot nigga, toe
I aint with a full deck but I deal hoe
I touched down, kick the motherf-ckin field goal
Talkin 'bout baby I got your baby money
Kidnap 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 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 alley-oop to Griffin
I lay em down,
This shits a game of chess, you think its cleavage
Its young money, yeah 'tis the
I give you the business, bitch this a business
My hungry, my bitches greedy
Will I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr.
Nigga, Im straight, my girl a
Potato on the barrel, pop pop salad