Luyện nghe bài hát So Good

I'm as real as they come, I follow the
I'm still in the but I probably should move
Made enough money, I don't f-ck
I felt they needed me, so I stuck around
got my man, shit is real son
Cause my god son just became my 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 the deal
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 other words nigga, do your

Mind in one place, heart in
Please pardon my
He's just angry at you who dont have your heart in your rap shit
And got too f-ckin comfy, cause we still f-ckin
Young Money, got the
Faded, f-ckin faded, aww yeah im faded
They tellin' lies about me, aww I must've made it
Rikers Island on this flow, 8 months for that
But at least had some bad bitches workin' in that shit hole
Ahhh, 3 visits later, I and did it major
So the judge, and the jury, and the litigator
all these kids who thought they had it figured out

And then November came, let my nigga out

Wayne]
Stop playin, I aint with that
act like bitches. Shanaynay, oh my goodness
This is 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, 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 came home, shit then got real hoe
Lil Weezy-ana, the nigga, steal toe
I workin with a full deck but I deal hoe
I just touched down, the motherf-ckin field goal
'bout baby money? I got your baby money
Kidnap your bitch, get that 'how much you love your 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 you pussy cat ha, hello kitty
I just throw the alley-oop to Griffin
I lay em down,
This shits a of chess, you niggas think its cleavage
Its money, yeah 'tis the season
I you the business, bitch this a business meeting
My niggas hungry, my bitches
Will I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr.
Nigga, Im straight, my a faggot
Potato on the barrel, pop pop tater