Luyện nghe bài hát What's Really Good

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

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

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

Aight, now boy, not
I where a bomb to the like it's a icey white
I'm icey right, still in the hood
But the question for y'all is what's really

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 really

I had to lay 'em down, clip him up, around
Split him up, he played the ground, leave, nine around
on the street, shot four from the three
Southpaw Portuguese, what's 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, for block
for rock, top for top
Top a top, stash your under the hood
And niggaz wanna know, what's really

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

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

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

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

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

All my ladies, ghetto to
Heals, sneakers, slipper
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 under the
And niggaz wanna know, really good?

I like this beat, and bells
of bullets, bodies, guns and shells
I talk the verse, Polly wanna cracker
she on the stand, you probably wanna smack her

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

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

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

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

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

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

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