Luyện nghe bài hát What's Really Good

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

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

Be in Columbus never 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 icey
I'm real icey right, in the hood
But the question for y'all is really 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, sprayed
him up, he played the ground, leave, nine 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 hood
And we wanna know, really good?

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

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

They go through extreme to get 'em
Them chains and them treasures the
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 it's missing
My block it's clickin'
These rocks they glistening
What's really

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

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

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

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

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

Probably wanna clap her, end your day
Air the shit out like the end of State
No run away robber, stay half of me
The end I see prophecy, really good?

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

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

I told you I can on my boy
I'm in trouble, needed bail money, 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, disperse
What's really good? Me
Don't play this, I'm so great at this
Santana, bandanna, release the a spit

To all my ladies, ghetto to
Heals, sneakers, stilettos
Hello, Diplomats are coming to your
And we wanna know, really good?

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?