Luyện nghe bài hát So Good

I'm as real as they come, I follow the
I'm still in the hood but I probably should
Made enough money, I don't around
I just felt they needed me, so I around
Feds got my man, is real son
my god son just became my real son
Think life is a 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 into hate, hate into fear
If it aint right, I don't the deal
me in the watch, I got time to kill
Gasoline, propane, aint no salary cap in the dope
no collective bargaining on cocaine
So in other nigga, do your thing

Mind in one place, in another
pardon my brother
He's just angry at you niggas who dont 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 im f-ckin faded
They lies about me, aww yeah I must've made it
Rikers Island on this flow, 8 months for that
But at least they had some bad bitches in that shit hole
Ahhh, 3 visits later, I and did it major
So f-ck the judge, and the jury, and the
Watchin all kids who thought they had it figured out

And then came, they let my nigga out

Wayne]
Stop playin, I aint with that
act like bitches. Shanaynay, oh my goodness
This is Wayne's World, and y'all are just some
Give me wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would bitch
Brand new p-ssy, p-ssy as baby powder
Two glock 40?s, 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, shit then got 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 'bout baby money? I got baby money
Kidnap your bitch, get that much you love your lady' money
I know you nigga, press 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 cat ha, hello kitty
I just the alley-oop to Drake Griffin
I lay em down,
This shits a of chess, you niggas think its cleavage
Its young money, 'tis the season
I give you the business, this a business meeting
My hungry, my bitches greedy
Will I die a bloody murder? Mr. Ouija
Nigga, Im straight, my girl a
Potato on the barrel, pop pop salad