Luyện nghe bài hát So Good

I'm as real as come, I follow the rules
I'm still in the but I probably should move
Made enough money, I don't around
I felt they needed me, so I stuck around
Feds got my man, shit is 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, either you freeze or you
Kush in the air, I'm the gears
Love into hate, hate turned into fear
If it aint right, I don't sign the
me in the watch, I got time to kill
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
pardon 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 hungry
Money, got the munchies
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 pistol
But at least they had some bad bitches workin' in 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 they had it figured out

And then November came, they let my out

Wayne]
Stop playin, I aint that bullshit
act like bitches. Shanaynay, oh my goodness
This is Wayne's World, and y'all are just some
Give me wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would bitch
Brand new p-ssy, p-ssy good as powder
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 about 'em
I just home, shit then got real hoe
Lil Weezy-ana, the nigga, steal toe
I aint workin with a full but I deal hoe
I just down, kick the motherf-ckin field goal
'bout baby money? I got your baby money
Kidnap your bitch, get that 'how much you your lady' money
I you fake nigga, press your brakes nigga
I'll take you out, that's a date
Im a grown ass blood, stop with me
Play asshole and get an ass
I think you cat ha, hello kitty
I just throw the alley-oop to Drake
I lay em down,
This shits a game of chess, you niggas its cleavage
Its young money, yeah the season
I you the business, bitch this a business meeting
My niggas hungry, my greedy
I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr. Ouija
Nigga, Im straight, my girl a
Potato on the barrel, pop pop tater