Luyện nghe bài hát What's Really Good

Uh, uh yeah, we back in the fucking
Diplomats, Guru, Jim Jones, Santana
Freaky, in second half
Shit man, only thing we wanna know right now is
What? Is really good? That's the question

Suicide sickness, negligence
fingerprints, wild evidence, but what?
But shall, respect me bloa, bloa
Clap, clap, pow, pow, bow down,

Be in Columbus seen Bow Wow, nope
We big dogs, all on the chow
Chow and Mr. lay back
locked up, get 'em out asap

Aight, now boy, not
I where a bomb to the court like it's a white
I'm real icey right, in the hood
But the question for y'all is what's good?

Nothing, see me on fifty five, black it up
A K activated, act stupid, one did act
Mac had to move it, from the like
What's really

I had to lay 'em down, clip him up, around
Split him up, he played the ground, leave, nine around
Outlaw on the street, shot from the three
Portuguese, what's really good?

To all my ladies, ghetto to
Heals, sneakers, slipper
Hello, Diplomats are coming to your
And we know, what's really good?

All my niggaz, block for
for rock, top for top
Top a top, stash clocks under the hood
And niggaz wanna know, what's really

Okay I admit, I mean they said I was trippin' had to re-edit the
Forty four lead when I'm shots to the head of my victims
Big we grippin' to dry out, you in the desert is slippin'

They go extreme measures to get 'em
chains and them treasures the glistening
You got three hideouts, a bed in the
My brethren I miss them, so please tell me y'all what's good?

Top of the drop it's missing
My block it's clickin'
These rocks when they
What's really

One forty fifth on crunk, big forty fifth in my trunk
Big gouty wrists on you chumps, what's good?
Mostly me and them
But mostly me, oh shit man, one time them

Squally, so through set up please
Let me know if you're really
And let me know if you hood

All my ladies, to ghetto
Heals, sneakers, stilettos
Hello, Diplomats are coming to your
And we know, what's really good?

All my niggaz, block for
for rock, top for top
Top a top, stash your under the hood
And wanna know, what's really good?

I like this beat, and bells
Remind of bullets, bodies, guns and
I don't talk the verse, Polly cracker
When she on the stand, you probably smack her

Probably clap her, end your day properly
Air the shit out like the end of State
No run away robber, gunner half of me
The end I see prophecy, what's good?

I'm in the buggy mon', with the on
Air Force Ones, looking like you Lucky
Lotta dudes, yelling out me, uh?
I'll blow this bitch dog, the fuck we on

It's Santana, I'm out the box homey
to the stoop, straight to the booth
When I out the box homey
I got the sun of the box on me
Grimy clothes, funky arms, my dirty

I told you I can on my boy
I'm in trouble, bail money, dialed on my boy
Shit and when I thought it was getting worst
I was out scot-free, spittin' this verse, uh-huh

You sit in the dirt, clips'll disperse
really good? Me motherfucker
Don't play with this, I'm so great at
Santana, bandanna, the eight a spit

To all my ladies, to ghetto
Heals, sneakers, slipper
Hello, are coming to your hood
And we wanna know, what's really

All my niggaz, block for
for rock, top for top
Top a top, stash clocks under the hood
And niggaz wanna know, what's really