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 enough money, I don't f-ck
I just felt they me, so I stuck around
got my man, shit is real 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, you freeze or you burn
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, aint no cap in the dope game
Aint no bargaining on cocaine
So in other words nigga, do your

Mind in one place, in another
pardon my brother
He's just angry at you niggas who dont have your heart in rap shit
And got too f-ckin comfy, cause we still f-ckin
Young Money, got the
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 workin' in that 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 November came, let my nigga out

Wayne]
Stop playin, I aint with that
act like bitches. Shanaynay, oh my goodness
This is Wayne's World, and y'all are just some
Give me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would
Brand new p-ssy, p-ssy 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 give a f-ck about 'em
I came home, shit then got real hoe
Lil Weezy-ana, the boot nigga, toe
I aint workin with a full deck but I hoe
I just touched down, kick the motherf-ckin field
'bout baby money? I got your baby money
Kidnap your bitch, get 'how much you love your lady' money
I know you fake nigga, press brakes nigga
I'll take you out, that's a date
Im a grown ass blood, playin with me
Play and get an ass whippin'
I think you pussy cat ha, hello
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, 'tis the season
I give you the business, this a business meeting
My niggas hungry, my bitches
Will I die a murder? Dear Mr. Ouija
Nigga, Im straight, my a faggot
Potato on the barrel, pop pop salad