Luyện nghe bài hát So Good

I'm as as they come, I follow the rules
I'm still in the hood but I probably should
Made enough money, I don't around
I just felt needed me, so I stuck around
got my man, shit is real son
Cause my god son just became my 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 the deal
me in the watch, I got time to kill
Gasoline, propane, aint no salary cap in the game
Aint no collective bargaining on
So in words nigga, do your thing

Mind in one place, in another
Please my brother
He's just angry at you who dont have your heart in your rap shit
And got too f-ckin comfy, cause we still hungry
Young Money, got the
Faded, f-ckin faded, aww im f-ckin faded
They tellin' lies 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 and did it major
So the judge, and the jury, and the litigator
Watchin all these who thought they had it figured out

And then November came, let my nigga out

[Lil
Stop playin, I aint with that
Niggas act like bitches. Shanaynay, oh my
This is Wayne's World, and are just some tourists
Give me wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would bitch
new p-ssy, p-ssy good as baby powder
Two glock 40?s, you got 80 problems
Swimmin' in the money, need some f-ckin goggles
Its to give, but we dont give a f-ck about 'em
I just came home, shit then got hoe
Lil Weezy-ana, the boot nigga, toe
I workin with a full deck but I deal hoe
I just touched down, kick the motherf-ckin goal
Talkin 'bout money? I got your baby money
Kidnap your bitch, get 'how much you love your lady' money
I know you fake nigga, your brakes nigga
I'll take you out, a date nigga
Im a grown ass blood, stop playin me
asshole and get an ass whippin'
I think you cat ha, hello kitty
I just throw the to Drake Griffin
I lay em down,
This shits a game of chess, you niggas think its
Its young money, 'tis the season
I give you the business, bitch this a business
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