Luyện nghe bài hát It's Good

I'm as as they come, I follow the rules
I'm still in the hood but I should move
Made enough money, I f-ck around
I just felt they needed me, so I around
Feds got my man, shit is 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, you freeze or you burn
Kush in the air, I'm pushing the
Love turned hate, hate turned into fear
If it right, I don't sign the deal
me in the watch, I got time to kill
Gasoline, propane, aint no cap in the dope game
Aint no collective bargaining on
So in words nigga, do your thing

Mind in one place, heart in
Please pardon my
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 yeah im faded
They tellin' lies about me, aww yeah i made it
Rikers Island on flow, 8 months for that pistol
But at least they had some bad bitches workin' in shit 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 November came, they let my out

[Lil
Stop playin, I with that bullshit
Niggas act bitches. Shanaynay, oh my goodness
This is Wayne's World, and 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 40s, you got 80 problems
Swimmin' in the money, Imma need some goggles
Its better to give, but we dont a f-ck about 'em
I just came home, shit got real hoe
Lil Weezy-ana, the boot nigga, toe
I aint workin with a deck but I deal hoe
I just touched down, kick the motherf-ckin goal
Talkin 'bout baby money? I got your baby
Kidnap bitch, get that '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 ass blood, stop playin with me
asshole and get an ass whippin'
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 bitches
I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr. Ouija
Nigga, Im straight, my a faggot
on the barrel, pop pop tater salad