Luyện nghe bài hát What's Really Good

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

Suicide sickness, 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
Chow and Mr. Giles lay
Santana locked up, get 'em out

Aight, now boy, not
I where a bomb to the court like a icey 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 the three
Portuguese, what's really good?

To all my ladies, ghetto to
Heals, sneakers, slipper
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?

I admit, I mean they 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 desert is

go through extreme measures 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 y'all what's good?

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

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

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

All my ladies, to ghetto
Heals, sneakers, slipper
Hello, are coming 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 the hood
And wanna know, what's really good?

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

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

I'm in the buggy mon', with the on
Air Ones, looking like you Lucky Charms
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, to the booth
When I out the box homey
I got the sun of the box on me
clothes, funky arms, my socks dirty

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

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

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

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