Luyện nghe bài hát So Good

I'm as real as they come, I follow the
I'm still in the hood but I probably move
enough money, I don't f-ck around
I felt they needed me, so I stuck around
got my man, shit is real son
Cause my god son became my real son
Think is a game but all you get is a turn
You and you learn, either you freeze or you burn
Kush in the air, I'm pushing the
Love turned into hate, hate turned fear
If it aint right, I don't the deal
Shoot me in the watch, I got time to
Gasoline, propane, aint no salary cap in the game
Aint no collective on cocaine
So in other words nigga, do thing

Mind in one place, in another
Please pardon my
He's just angry at you niggas who have your heart in your rap shit
And got too f-ckin comfy, cause we still hungry
Money, got the munchies
Faded, faded, aww yeah im f-ckin 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 workin' in that shit hole
Ahhh, 3 later, I went and did it major
So f-ck the judge, and the jury, and the
Watchin all these kids who thought had it figured out

And November came, they let my nigga out

Wayne]
Stop playin, I aint with that
act like bitches. Shanaynay, oh my goodness
This is Wayne's World, and y'all are some tourists
me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would bitch
Brand new p-ssy, good as baby powder
Two glock 40?s, nigga you got 80
in the money, Imma need some f-ckin goggles
Its better to give, but we give a f-ck about 'em
I came home, shit then got real hoe
Lil Weezy-ana, the boot nigga, toe
I aint with a full deck but I deal hoe
I just touched down, kick the field goal
Talkin 'bout baby I got your baby money
Kidnap your bitch, get that 'how much you love your money
I know you fake nigga, press brakes nigga
take you out, that's a date nigga
Im a grown ass blood, stop with me
Play and get an ass whippin'
I think you pussy cat ha, hello
I just the alley-oop to Drake Griffin
I lay em down,
This a game of chess, you niggas think its cleavage
Its money, yeah 'tis the season
I give you the business, bitch this a meeting
My hungry, my bitches greedy
Will I die a murder? Dear Mr. Ouija
Nigga, Im straight, my girl a
on the barrel, pop pop tater salad