Luyện nghe bài hát It's Good

I'm as real as they come, I follow the
I'm still in the hood but I should move
Made enough money, I don't f-ck
I felt they needed me, so I stuck around
Feds got my man, is real son
Cause my god son just my real son
Think life is a game but all you get is a
You live and you learn, either you or you burn
in the air, I'm pushing the gears
Love turned into hate, hate turned fear
If it aint right, I don't sign the
Shoot me in the watch, I got time to
Gasoline, propane, aint no cap in the dope game
no collective bargaining on cocaine
So in other words nigga, do your

Mind in one place, in another
Please my brother
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, f-ckin faded, aww yeah im f-ckin
They tellin' 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 that shit
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 November came, they let my nigga 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 wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would bitch
Brand new p-ssy, good as baby powder
Two 40s, nigga you got 80 problems
in the money, Imma need some f-ckin goggles
Its better to give, but we dont give a about 'em
I just came home, shit then got hoe
Lil Weezy-ana, the boot nigga, toe
I workin with a full deck but I deal hoe
I just touched down, the motherf-ckin field goal
Talkin 'bout baby money? I got your baby
your bitch, get that 'how much you love your lady' money
I you fake nigga, press 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 you pussy cat ha, hello kitty
I just the alley-oop to Drake Griffin
I lay em down,
This shits a game of chess, you niggas its cleavage
Its young money, yeah 'tis the
I give you the business, bitch a business meeting
My hungry, my bitches greedy
Will I die a bloody murder? Mr. Ouija
Nigga, Im straight, my a faggot
Potato on the barrel, pop pop salad