Luyện nghe bài hát So Good

I'm as real as come, I follow the rules
I'm in the hood but I probably should move
Made enough money, I don't f-ck
I felt they needed me, so I stuck around
Feds got my man, shit is son
Cause my god son became my real son
Think life is a game but all you get is a
You live and you learn, either you or you burn
Kush in the air, I'm the gears
Love turned into hate, hate turned 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 words nigga, do your

Mind in one place, heart in
Please my brother
He's just at you niggas who dont have your heart in your rap shit
And got too f-ckin comfy, we still f-ckin hungry
Money, got the munchies
Faded, f-ckin faded, aww im f-ckin faded
They tellin' lies about me, aww yeah I made it
Rikers Island on this flow, 8 months for pistol
But at least they had some bad bitches 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 then November came, they let my out

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