Luyện nghe bài hát So Good

I'm as real as they come, I follow the
I'm still in the but I probably should move
enough money, I don't f-ck around
I just felt they me, so I stuck around
Feds got my man, shit is son
Cause my god son became my real son
life is a game but all you get is a turn
You and you learn, either you freeze or you burn
in the air, I'm pushing the gears
Love turned into hate, hate turned fear
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 collective bargaining on
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 heart in your rap
And got too f-ckin comfy, we still f-ckin 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 pistol
But at least they had bad bitches workin' in that shit hole
Ahhh, 3 later, I went and did it major
So f-ck the judge, and the jury, and the
Watchin all these who thought they had it figured out

And then November came, they let my out

[Lil
Stop playin, I aint that bullshit
Niggas act bitches. Shanaynay, oh my goodness
This is Wayne's World, and y'all are some tourists
Give me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would
Brand new p-ssy, p-ssy as baby powder
Two glock 40?s, nigga you got 80
Swimmin' in the money, Imma some f-ckin goggles
Its better to give, but we give a f-ck about 'em
I just came home, then got real hoe
Lil Weezy-ana, the boot nigga, toe
I aint workin with a deck but I deal hoe
I just down, kick the motherf-ckin field goal
'bout baby money? I got your baby money
Kidnap your bitch, get that 'how much you love your money
I know you fake nigga, your brakes nigga
I'll you out, that's a date nigga
Im a grown ass blood, stop playin me
asshole and get an ass whippin'
I think you cat ha, hello kitty
I just throw the alley-oop to Drake
I lay em down,
shits a game of chess, you niggas think 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? Mr. Ouija
Nigga, Im straight, my a faggot
Potato on the barrel, pop pop tater