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 just felt they 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, either you freeze or you
Kush in the air, I'm the gears
Love turned hate, hate turned into fear
If it aint right, I sign the deal
Shoot me in the watch, I got time to
Gasoline, propane, no salary cap in the dope game
Aint no collective bargaining on
So in other nigga, do your thing

Mind in one place, heart in
pardon my brother
He's just angry at you niggas who dont have your heart in rap shit
And got too comfy, cause we still f-ckin hungry
Money, got the munchies
Faded, f-ckin faded, aww im f-ckin faded
tellin' lies about me, aww yeah I must've made it
Rikers Island on this flow, 8 months for 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
all these kids who thought they had it figured out

And then came, they let my nigga out

[Lil
Stop playin, I aint with that
Niggas act bitches. Shanaynay, oh my goodness
This is Wayne's World, and y'all are just tourists
Give me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would
new p-ssy, p-ssy good as baby powder
Two glock 40?s, you got 80 problems
Swimmin' in the money, Imma some 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 workin with a full deck but I deal hoe
I just touched down, kick the motherf-ckin field
Talkin baby money? I got your baby money
Kidnap your bitch, get 'how much you love your lady' money
I you fake nigga, press your brakes nigga
I'll take you out, a date nigga
Im a grown ass blood, stop playin 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 its cleavage
Its young money, yeah the season
I you the business, bitch this a business meeting
My niggas hungry, my greedy
Will I die a murder? Dear Mr. Ouija
Nigga, Im straight, my girl a
on the barrel, pop pop tater salad