Luyện nghe bài hát So Good

I'm as real as they come, I the rules
I'm still in the hood but I probably move
Made enough money, I don't around
I just felt they me, so I stuck around
Feds got my man, shit is son
Cause my god son just became my son
Think life is a game but all you get is a
You live and you learn, you freeze or you burn
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, aint no cap in the dope game
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 still hungry
Young Money, got the
Faded, faded, aww yeah im f-ckin faded
They tellin' lies about me, aww 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
all these kids who thought they had it figured out

And November came, they let my nigga out

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