Luyện nghe bài hát So Good

I'm as real as come, I follow the rules
I'm in the hood but I probably should move
Made money, I don't f-ck around
I just they needed me, so I stuck around
got my man, shit 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, you freeze or you burn
Kush in the air, I'm the gears
Love turned hate, hate turned into fear
If it aint right, I don't the deal
Shoot me in the watch, I got to kill
Gasoline, propane, aint no salary cap in the game
no collective bargaining on cocaine
So in words nigga, do your thing

Mind in one place, heart in
pardon my brother
He's just angry at you niggas who dont have heart in your rap shit
And got too f-ckin comfy, cause we f-ckin hungry
Young Money, got the
Faded, f-ckin faded, aww yeah im faded
They tellin' lies 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 and did it major
So the judge, and the jury, and the litigator
Watchin all these who thought they had it figured out

And then November came, they let my out

[Lil
Stop playin, I with that bullshit
Niggas act like bitches. Shanaynay, oh my
This is Wayne's World, and y'all are just tourists
Give me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you bitch
Brand new p-ssy, p-ssy as baby powder
Two 40?s, nigga you got 80 problems
Swimmin' in the money, Imma need some f-ckin
Its better to give, but we dont give a f-ck '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 touched down, kick the motherf-ckin field goal
Talkin 'bout baby money? I got baby money
Kidnap your bitch, get that much you love your lady' money
I know you nigga, press your brakes nigga
I'll you out, that's a date nigga
Im a grown ass blood, playin with me
asshole and get an ass whippin'
I you pussy cat ha, hello kitty
I just throw the to Drake Griffin
I lay em down,
This shits a game of chess, you think its cleavage
Its young money, yeah 'tis the
I give you the business, this a business meeting
My niggas hungry, my greedy
Will I die a bloody murder? Mr. Ouija
Nigga, Im straight, my girl a
Potato on the barrel, pop pop tater