Luyện nghe bài hát It's Good

I'm as as they come, I follow the rules
I'm still in the but I probably should move
enough money, I don't f-ck around
I just felt they needed me, so I around
Feds got my man, is real son
my god son just 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 turned hate, hate turned into fear
If it aint right, I don't sign the
Shoot me in the watch, I got time to
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, heart in
Please pardon my
just angry at you niggas who dont have your heart in your rap shit
And got too f-ckin comfy, cause we still f-ckin
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 this flow, 8 months for that
But at least they had bad bitches workin' in that shit hole
Ahhh, 3 visits later, I went and did it
So f-ck the judge, and the jury, and the
Watchin all kids who thought they had it figured out
And then November came, they let my out

Wayne]
Stop playin, I aint that bullshit
Niggas act 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 as baby powder
Two 40s, nigga you got 80 problems
Swimmin' in the money, Imma need some goggles
Its to give, but we dont give a f-ck about 'em
I just came home, shit then got hoe
Lil Weezy-ana, the nigga, steal toe
I workin with a full deck but I deal hoe
I just touched down, kick the motherf-ckin field
Talkin 'bout money? I got your baby money
Kidnap your bitch, get that 'how you love your lady' money
I know you fake nigga, your brakes nigga
I'll you out, that's a date nigga
Im a ass blood, stop playin with me
Play and get an ass whippin'
I think you pussy cat ha, hello
I just throw the to Drake Griffin
I lay em down,
shits a game of chess, you niggas think its cleavage
Its young money, 'tis the season
I you the business, bitch this a business meeting
My niggas hungry, my bitches
I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr. Ouija
Nigga, Im straight, my a faggot
Potato on the barrel, pop pop salad