Luyện nghe bài hát It's Good

I'm as as they come, I follow the rules
I'm still in the hood but I should move
Made enough money, I don't around
I just felt they needed me, so I around
Feds got my man, shit is son
Cause my god son just became my son
Think is a game but all you get is a turn
You live and you learn, either you freeze or you
Kush in the air, I'm the gears
turned into hate, hate turned into fear
If it aint right, I don't sign the
me in the watch, I got time to kill
Gasoline, propane, no salary cap in the dope game
Aint no collective bargaining on
So in other words nigga, do thing

Mind in one place, in another
Please my brother
He's angry at you niggas who dont have your heart in your rap shit
And got too f-ckin comfy, cause we f-ckin hungry
Money, got the munchies
Faded, f-ckin faded, aww yeah im f-ckin
They tellin' lies about me, aww yeah i made it
Rikers Island on this flow, 8 months for that
But at least they had some bad bitches workin' in that hole
Ahhh, 3 later, I went and did it major
So the judge, and the jury, and the litigator
Watchin all these kids who thought they had it out
And November came, they let my nigga out

Wayne]
Stop playin, I with that bullshit
act like bitches. Shanaynay, oh my goodness
This is Wayne's World, and y'all are some tourists
Give me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would
Brand new p-ssy, p-ssy good as powder
Two glock 40s, nigga you got 80
Swimmin' in the money, need some f-ckin goggles
Its to give, but we dont give a f-ck about 'em
I just came home, then got real hoe
Lil Weezy-ana, the boot nigga, toe
I aint with a full deck but I deal hoe
I just down, kick the motherf-ckin field goal
Talkin 'bout baby I got your baby money
Kidnap your bitch, get that 'how much you your lady' money
I know you nigga, press your brakes nigga
I'll you out, that's a date nigga
Im a ass blood, stop playin with me
asshole and get an ass whippin'
I think you pussy cat ha, hello
I just throw the alley-oop to Griffin
I lay em down,
This shits a game of chess, you niggas its cleavage
Its young money, 'tis the season
I give you the business, this a business meeting
My niggas hungry, my greedy
I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr. Ouija
Nigga, Im straight, my a faggot
Potato on the barrel, pop pop tater