Luyện nghe bài hát What's Really Good

Uh, uh yeah, we in the fucking building
Diplomats, Young Guru, Jim Jones,
Freaky, came in half
Shit man, thing we really wanna know right now is
What? Is what's really good? the question

sickness, child negligence
Homicide fingerprints, evidence, but what?
But shall, respect me bloa, bloa
Clap, clap, pow, pow, bow down,

Be in Columbus never seen Bow Wow,
We big dogs, all on the chow
and Mr. Giles lay back
Santana up, get 'em out asap

Aight, now boy, not
I where a bomb to the court like it's a white
I'm real icey right, still in the
But the question for y'all is really good?

Nothing, see me on five, black scooped it up
A K activated, act stupid, one did act
Mac had to move it, the hood like
really good?

I had to lay 'em down, clip him up, sprayed
Split him up, he played the ground, leave, nine stayed
Outlaw on the street, shot four the three
Southpaw Portuguese, what's good?

To all my ladies, to ghetto
Heals, sneakers, stilettos
Hello, Diplomats are coming to your
And we know, what's really good?

All my niggaz, block for
for rock, top for top
Top a top, stash clocks under the hood
And wanna know, what's really good?

Okay I admit, I mean they I was trippin' had to re-edit the spin
Forty four lead when I'm spitting shots to the head of my
Big deserts we grippin' to dry out, you in the is slippin'

They go through extreme to get 'em
Them and them treasures the glistening
You got hideouts, a bed in the system
My brethren I miss them, so please tell me y'all what's really

Top of the when it's missing
My block it's clickin'
These rocks when glistening
What's really

One fifth on this crunk, big forty fifth in my trunk
Big gouty wrists on you chumps, really good?
me and sometimes them
But mostly me, oh man, that's one time them

Squally, so through set up please
Let me know if you're really
And let me if you really hood

All my ladies, ghetto to
Heals, sneakers, stilettos
Hello, Diplomats are coming to your
And we know, what's really good?

All my niggaz, block for
for rock, top for top
Top a top, your clocks under the hood
And wanna know, what's really good?

I like this beat, drums and
Remind of bullets, bodies, guns and
I don't the verse, Polly wanna cracker
When she on the stand, you wanna smack her

Probably wanna clap her, end your day
Air the shit out like the end of State
No run robber, gunner stay half of me
The end I see prophecy, what's good?

I'm in the buggy mon', the rugby on
Air Force Ones, looking like you Charms
Lotta dudes, out fuck me, uh?
I'll blow this bitch dog, what the we on

It's Santana, I'm straight out the box
Straight to the stoop, straight to the
When I out the box homey
I got the sun of the box on me
Grimy clothes, funky arms, my socks

I told you I can on my boy
I'm in trouble, bail money, dialed on my boy
and just when I thought it was getting worst
I was bailed out scot-free, this verse, uh-huh

You sit in the dirt, clips'll disperse
What's really good? Me
play with this, I'm so great at this
Santana, bandanna, release the a spit

To all my ladies, ghetto to
Heals, sneakers, slipper
Hello, Diplomats are to your hood
And we wanna know, really good?

All my niggaz, for block
for rock, top for top
Top a top, stash clocks under the hood
And niggaz know, what's really good?