Luyện nghe bài hát So Good

I'm as real as come, I follow the rules
I'm still in the hood but I probably move
Made money, I don't f-ck around
I felt they needed me, so I stuck around
Feds got my man, is real son
Cause my god son became my real son
Think life is a but all you get is a turn
You live and you learn, either you or you burn
in the air, I'm pushing the gears
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 cap in the dope game
no collective bargaining on cocaine
So in other words nigga, do your

Mind in one place, heart in
Please pardon my
He's just angry at you niggas who dont have your in your rap shit
And got too f-ckin comfy, cause we still hungry
Money, got the munchies
Faded, f-ckin faded, aww yeah im faded
They tellin' lies about me, aww I must've made it
Rikers on this flow, 8 months for that pistol
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 who thought they had it figured out

And November came, they let my nigga out

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