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, thing we really wanna know right now is
What? Is what's really That's the question

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

Be in never seen Bow Wow, nope
We big dogs, all on the down
Chow and Mr. Giles lay
locked up, get 'em out asap

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

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

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

To all my ladies, to ghetto
Heals, sneakers, stilettos
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 clocks under the
And niggaz wanna know, what's really

Okay I admit, I mean they said I was trippin' had to the spin
Forty four lead when I'm spitting to the head of my victims
Big deserts we grippin' to dry out, you in the is slippin'

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

Top of the drop when it's
My block when it's
These rocks when glistening
What's really

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

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

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

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

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

wanna clap her, end your day properly
Air the shit out the end of State Property
No run away robber, gunner half of me
The end I see prophecy, what's really

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

Santana, I'm straight out the box homey
Straight to the stoop, to the booth
I stepped out the box homey
I got the sun of the box on me
Grimy clothes, arms, my socks 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 bailed out scot-free, this verse, uh-huh

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

To all my ladies, ghetto to
Heals, sneakers, stilettos
Hello, Diplomats are coming to your
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