Luyện nghe bài hát It's Good

I'm as real as they come, I the rules
I'm still in the hood but I probably should
Made enough money, I don't f-ck
I just felt they needed me, so I stuck
Feds got my man, shit is son
my god son just became my real son
Think life is a but all you get is a turn
You live and you learn, you freeze or you burn
Kush in the air, I'm the gears
Love turned hate, hate turned into fear
If it aint right, I don't the deal
Shoot me in the watch, I got to kill
Gasoline, propane, aint no salary cap in the dope
Aint no collective on cocaine
So in other nigga, do your thing

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

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