Luyện nghe bài hát What's Really Good

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

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

Be in Columbus never Bow Wow, nope
We big dogs, all on the chow
and Mr. Giles lay back
Santana locked up, get 'em out

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

Nothing, see me on fifty five, scooped it up
A K activated, act stupid, one did act
Mac had to move it, the hood like
really good?

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

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

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

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

They go through 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 really good?

Top of the drop when it's
My block it's clickin'
These rocks they glistening
really good?

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

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

All my ladies, to ghetto
Heals, sneakers, slipper
Hello, Diplomats are coming to hood
And we wanna know, what's good?

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

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

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

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

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

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

You don't sit in the dirt, clips'll
What's really Me motherfucker
Don't play this, I'm so great at this
Santana, bandanna, release the a spit

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

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