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 should
Made money, I don't f-ck around
I just felt they me, so I stuck around
Feds got my man, shit is son
my god son just became my real son
Think life is a but all you get is a turn
You live and you learn, either you freeze or you
Kush in the air, I'm the gears
Love turned into hate, hate turned fear
If it aint right, I don't sign the
me in the watch, I got time to kill
Gasoline, propane, no salary cap in the dope game
Aint no collective on cocaine
So in words nigga, do your thing

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, cause we f-ckin hungry
Young Money, got the
Faded, faded, aww yeah im f-ckin faded
tellin' lies about me, aww yeah I must've made it
Rikers on this flow, 8 months for that pistol
But at least they had bad bitches workin' in that shit hole
Ahhh, 3 visits later, I and did it major
So f-ck the judge, and the jury, and the
Watchin all these who thought they had it figured out

And then came, they let my nigga out

[Lil
Stop playin, I aint that bullshit
Niggas act bitches. Shanaynay, oh my goodness
is Wayne's World, and y'all are just some tourists
Give me 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
Swimmin' in the money, Imma need 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 nigga, steal toe
I aint 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
Kidnap your bitch, get that much you love your lady' 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
asshole and get an ass whippin'
I think you pussy cat ha, hello
I just throw the alley-oop to Griffin
I lay em down,
This shits a game of chess, you think its cleavage
Its young money, yeah the season
I give you the business, bitch a business meeting
My hungry, my bitches greedy
Will I die a bloody Dear Mr. Ouija
Nigga, Im straight, my a faggot
Potato on the barrel, pop pop salad