Luyện nghe bài hát So Good

I'm as as they come, I follow the rules
I'm still in the but I probably should move
Made enough money, I f-ck around
I just felt they needed me, so I around
Feds got my man, is real son
Cause my god son just my real son
life is a game but all you get is a turn
You and you learn, either you freeze or you burn
Kush in the air, I'm pushing the
Love turned hate, hate turned into fear
If it aint right, I don't the deal
Shoot me in the watch, I got time to
Gasoline, propane, no salary cap in the dope game
Aint no collective on cocaine
So in other words nigga, do 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 comfy, cause we still f-ckin hungry
Money, got the munchies
Faded, f-ckin faded, aww yeah im faded
They tellin' about me, aww yeah I must've made it
Rikers Island on this flow, 8 months for pistol
But at least they had some bad workin' in that shit hole
Ahhh, 3 later, I went and did it major
So the judge, and the jury, and the litigator
Watchin all these who thought they had it figured out

And then came, they let my nigga out

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