Luyện nghe bài hát It's Good

I'm as real as they come, I follow the
I'm in the hood but I probably should move
Made enough money, I don't around
I just felt they needed me, so I around
Feds got my man, shit is son
Cause my god son just my real 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 pushing the
Love turned into hate, turned into fear
If it right, I don't sign the deal
Shoot me in the watch, I got to kill
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, 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, we still f-ckin hungry
Money, got the munchies
Faded, f-ckin faded, aww yeah im f-ckin
They tellin' lies about me, aww yeah i must've it
Island on this flow, 8 months for that pistol
But at they had some bad bitches workin' 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 November came, let my nigga out

[Lil
Stop playin, I aint with that
Niggas act bitches. Shanaynay, oh my goodness
This is World, and y'all are just some tourists
Give me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you bitch
Brand new p-ssy, good as baby powder
Two glock 40s, nigga you got 80
in the money, Imma need some f-ckin goggles
Its better to give, but we dont give a about 'em
I just came home, shit then got 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 field
'bout baby money? I got your baby money
Kidnap your bitch, get that 'how much you your lady' money
I you fake nigga, press your brakes nigga
I'll take you out, a date nigga
Im a ass blood, stop playin with me
Play and get an ass whippin'
I think you cat ha, hello kitty
I just throw the alley-oop to Drake
I lay em down,
This shits a of chess, you niggas think its cleavage
Its money, yeah 'tis the season
I give you the business, bitch this a meeting
My niggas hungry, my bitches
Will I die a bloody Dear Mr. Ouija
Nigga, Im straight, my girl a
on the barrel, pop pop tater salad