Luyện nghe bài hát What's Really Good

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

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

Be in Columbus seen 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 bomb to the court like it's a white
I'm real right, still in the hood
But the question for y'all is what's really

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

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

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

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

Okay I admit, I mean said I was trippin' had to re-edit the spin
Forty four lead when I'm shots 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 chains and them treasures the
You got hideouts, a bed in the system
My brethren I miss them, so tell me y'all what's really good?

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

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

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

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

I this beat, drums and bells
Remind of bullets, bodies, and shells
I don't talk the verse, Polly cracker
she on the stand, you probably wanna 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', the rugby on
Air Force Ones, looking like you Charms
dudes, yelling out fuck me, uh?
I'll blow this bitch dog, the fuck we on

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

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

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

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

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