Luyện nghe bài hát So Good

I'm as real as they come, I follow the
I'm still in the hood but I should move
Made money, I don't f-ck around
I just felt they me, so I stuck around
Feds got my man, 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 pushing the
Love turned into hate, turned into fear
If it aint right, I sign the deal
Shoot me in the watch, I got to kill
Gasoline, propane, no salary cap in the dope game
no collective bargaining on cocaine
So in other nigga, do your thing

Mind in one place, in another
Please my brother
He's angry at you niggas who dont have your heart in your rap shit
And got too f-ckin comfy, we still f-ckin hungry
Young Money, got the
Faded, faded, aww yeah im f-ckin faded
They lies about me, aww yeah I must've made it
Rikers Island on this flow, 8 for that pistol
But at they had some bad bitches workin' in that shit hole
Ahhh, 3 visits later, I and did it major
So f-ck the judge, and the jury, and the
Watchin all these kids who they had it figured out

And then came, they let my nigga out

[Lil
Stop playin, I aint that bullshit
Niggas act like bitches. Shanaynay, oh my
This is World, and y'all are just some tourists
Give me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you bitch
Brand new p-ssy, good as baby powder
Two glock 40?s, nigga you got 80
Swimmin' in the money, Imma some f-ckin goggles
Its better to give, but we dont give a f-ck 'em
I just home, shit then got real hoe
Lil Weezy-ana, the nigga, steal toe
I workin with a full deck but I deal hoe
I touched down, kick the motherf-ckin field goal
Talkin 'bout baby money? I got your baby
Kidnap your bitch, get 'how much you love your lady' money
I know you nigga, press your brakes nigga
take you out, that's a date nigga
Im a grown ass blood, stop with me
Play asshole and get an ass
I think you pussy cat ha, kitty
I just throw the to Drake Griffin
I lay em down,
This a game of chess, you niggas think its cleavage
Its young money, yeah 'tis the
I you the business, bitch this a business meeting
My hungry, my bitches greedy
I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr. Ouija
Nigga, Im straight, my girl a
on the barrel, pop pop tater salad