Luyện nghe bài hát It's Good

I'm as as they come, I follow the rules
I'm still in the hood but I should move
Made money, I don't f-ck around
I just felt they needed me, so I stuck
Feds got my man, is real son
Cause my god son just my real son
Think life is a game but all you get is a
You and you learn, either you freeze or you burn
in the air, I'm pushing the gears
Love turned into hate, hate turned into
If it aint right, I sign the deal
Shoot me in the watch, I got time to
Gasoline, propane, no salary cap in the dope game
Aint no bargaining on cocaine
So in words nigga, do your thing

Mind in one place, in another
pardon my brother
He's just angry at you niggas who dont have your heart in 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
tellin' lies about me, aww yeah i must've made it
Rikers Island on this flow, 8 months for that
But at least they had bad bitches workin' in that shit hole
Ahhh, 3 visits later, I went and did it
So the judge, and the jury, and the litigator
Watchin all these kids who they had it figured out
And then November came, let my nigga out

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