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
Shit man, only we really wanna know right now is
What? Is what's really good? 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 down
Chow and Mr. Giles lay
locked up, get 'em out asap

Aight, now boy, not
I where a bomb to the court 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 fifty five, scooped it up
A K activated, act stupid, one did act
Mac had to it, from the hood like
What's good?

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

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

Okay I admit, I mean they I was trippin' had to re-edit the spin
Forty four lead I'm spitting 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 the glistening
You got hideouts, a bed in the system
My brethren I miss them, so please tell me what's really good?

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

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

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

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 the hood
And niggaz wanna know, what's good?

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

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

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

It's Santana, I'm straight out the box
Straight to the stoop, straight to the
When I stepped out the box
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 thought it was worst
I was out scot-free, spittin' this verse, uh-huh

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

To all my ladies, ghetto to
Heals, sneakers, slipper
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, stash your clocks under the
And niggaz wanna know, really good?