Luyện nghe bài hát What's Really Good

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

sickness, child negligence
Homicide fingerprints, evidence, but what?
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 down
and Mr. Giles lay back
Santana up, get 'em out asap

Aight, now boy, not
I where a bomb to the court like it's a white
I'm real icey right, still in the
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 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 stayed
Outlaw on the street, shot four from the
Southpaw Portuguese, what's really

To all my ladies, ghetto to
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 clocks under the hood
And niggaz know, what's really good?

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

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

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

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

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

All my ladies, to ghetto
Heals, sneakers, slipper
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, stash clocks under 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 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 mon', with the rugby on
Air Force Ones, looking like you Lucky
Lotta dudes, yelling out 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 stepped out the box
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 bail money, on my boy
Shit and just I thought it was getting worst
I was bailed out scot-free, spittin' this verse,

You don't sit in the dirt, disperse
What's really good? Me
Don't play with this, I'm so at this
Santana, bandanna, the eight 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, your clocks under the hood
And niggaz wanna know, really good?