Luyện nghe bài hát So Good

I'm as as they come, I follow the rules
I'm still in the hood but I probably move
Made enough money, I don't around
I just felt needed me, so I stuck around
Feds got my man, shit is son
Cause my god son became 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 aint right, I sign the deal
Shoot me in the watch, I got time to
Gasoline, propane, aint no salary cap in the dope
Aint no collective on cocaine
So in other nigga, do your thing

Mind in one place, heart in
Please pardon my
just angry at you niggas who dont have your heart 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 f-ckin
They lies about me, aww yeah I must've made it
Rikers Island on this flow, 8 months for pistol
But at least they had some bad bitches workin' in shit hole
Ahhh, 3 visits later, I and did it major
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 that bullshit
Niggas act like bitches. Shanaynay, oh my
This is World, and y'all are just 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, you got 80 problems
Swimmin' in the money, Imma need f-ckin goggles
Its better to give, but we dont a f-ck about 'em
I came home, shit then got real hoe
Lil Weezy-ana, the nigga, steal toe
I aint workin a full 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 that 'how much you love your money
I know you fake nigga, your brakes nigga
take you out, that's a date nigga
Im a grown ass blood, playin with me
Play and get an ass whippin'
I think you pussy cat ha, kitty
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, yeah 'tis the
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 a faggot
Potato on the barrel, pop pop tater