Luyện nghe bài hát What's Really Good

Uh, uh yeah, we in the fucking building
Diplomats, Guru, Jim Jones, Santana
Freaky, in second half
Shit man, only thing we really wanna right now is
Is what's really good? That's the question

Suicide sickness, negligence
Homicide fingerprints, wild evidence, but
But shall, respect me bloa, bloa
Clap, clap, pow, pow, bow down,

Be in Columbus seen Bow Wow, nope
We big dogs, all on the chow
Chow and Mr. lay back
locked up, get 'em out asap

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

Nothing, see me on fifty five, black it up
A K activated, act stupid, one did act
Mac had to move it, from the like
What's good?

I had to lay 'em down, clip him up, around
Split him up, he the ground, leave, nine stayed around
on the street, shot four from the three
Southpaw Portuguese, really good?

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

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

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

They go extreme measures to get 'em
Them chains and them the glistening
You got three hideouts, a bed in the
My I miss them, so please tell me y'all what's really good?

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

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

Squally, so through your set up
Let me know if really good
And let me know if you hood

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 wanna know, what's really good?

I like beat, drums and bells
Remind of bullets, bodies, and shells
I don't talk the verse, Polly wanna
When she on the stand, you probably wanna her

Probably wanna her, end your day properly
Air the shit out the end of State Property
No run away robber, gunner half of me
The end I see prophecy, what's really

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

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

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

You don't sit in the dirt, clips'll
What's really Me motherfucker
Don't 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 coming to hood
And we wanna know, really good?

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