Luyện nghe bài hát What's Really Good

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

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

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

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

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
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 from the
Southpaw Portuguese, what's good?

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 under the
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 when I'm spitting to the head of my victims
Big deserts we grippin' to dry out, you in the desert is

go through extreme measures to get 'em
Them chains and them treasures the
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'
These rocks they glistening
What's really

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

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

All my ladies, to ghetto
Heals, sneakers, stilettos
Hello, Diplomats are to your 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 this beat, drums and bells
Remind of bullets, bodies, and shells
I don't talk the verse, wanna cracker
When she on the stand, you probably wanna her

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

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

Santana, I'm straight 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, funky arms, my dirty

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

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

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