Luyện nghe bài hát So Good

I'm as as they 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, is real son
Cause my god son became my real son
Think life is a but all you get is a turn
You and you learn, either you freeze or you burn
in the air, I'm pushing the gears
Love into hate, hate turned into fear
If it aint right, I don't the deal
Shoot me in the watch, I got to kill
Gasoline, propane, aint no salary cap in the dope
Aint no collective bargaining on
So in other words nigga, do your

Mind in one place, in another
Please my brother
He's just angry at you niggas who dont have your in your rap shit
And got too comfy, cause 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 must've it
Rikers Island on this flow, 8 months for that
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 who thought they had it figured out

And then 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 just tourists
me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would bitch
Brand new p-ssy, p-ssy good as powder
Two glock 40?s, nigga you got 80
in the money, Imma need some f-ckin goggles
Its better to give, but we dont give a about 'em
I just came home, then got real hoe
Lil Weezy-ana, the nigga, steal toe
I aint workin with a deck but I deal hoe
I just down, kick the motherf-ckin field goal
Talkin baby money? I got your baby money
Kidnap your bitch, get that 'how much you love lady' money
I know you fake nigga, press your brakes
take you out, that's a date nigga
Im a grown ass blood, stop with me
asshole and get an ass whippin'
I you pussy cat ha, hello kitty
I just throw the to Drake Griffin
I lay em down,
shits 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 niggas hungry, my bitches
Will I die a bloody Dear Mr. Ouija
Nigga, Im straight, my girl a
Potato on the barrel, pop pop tater