Luyện nghe bài hát So Good

I'm as real as come, I follow the rules
I'm still in the but I probably should move
Made enough money, I don't around
I felt they needed me, so I stuck around
Feds got my man, shit is son
my god son just became my real son
Think is a game but all you get is a turn
You live and you learn, you freeze or you burn
in the air, I'm pushing the gears
Love turned into hate, hate into fear
If it right, I don't sign the deal
Shoot me in the watch, I got to kill
Gasoline, propane, aint no cap in the dope game
Aint no bargaining on cocaine
So in other nigga, do your thing

Mind in one place, in another
Please 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 still f-ckin
Young Money, got the
Faded, f-ckin faded, aww yeah im faded
tellin' 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 that hole
Ahhh, 3 later, I went 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 came, they let my nigga out

[Lil
playin, I aint with that bullshit
Niggas act bitches. Shanaynay, oh my goodness
This is World, and y'all are just some tourists
Give me wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would bitch
Brand new p-ssy, p-ssy good as baby
Two 40?s, nigga you got 80 problems
Swimmin' in the money, Imma need f-ckin goggles
Its to give, but we dont give a f-ck about 'em
I just home, shit then got real hoe
Lil Weezy-ana, the nigga, steal toe
I workin with a full deck but I deal hoe
I just touched down, the motherf-ckin field goal
Talkin 'bout money? I got your baby money
Kidnap bitch, get that 'how much you love your lady' money
I know you fake nigga, press your nigga
I'll you out, that's a date nigga
Im a ass blood, stop playin with me
Play asshole and get an ass
I think you cat ha, hello kitty
I just throw the alley-oop to Griffin
I lay em down,
This a game of chess, you niggas think its cleavage
Its young money, yeah the season
I give you the business, bitch this a business
My niggas hungry, my greedy
I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr. Ouija
Nigga, Im straight, my girl a
Potato on the barrel, pop pop tater