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 just felt they needed me, so I stuck
got my man, shit is real son
Cause my god son just became my son
life is a game but all you get is a turn
You live and you learn, either you or you burn
Kush in the air, I'm pushing the
Love turned hate, hate turned into fear
If it aint right, I don't sign the
Shoot me in the watch, I got to kill
Gasoline, propane, aint no cap in the dope game
Aint no bargaining 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 comfy, cause we still f-ckin hungry
Money, got the munchies
Faded, faded, aww yeah im f-ckin faded
They tellin' lies about me, aww I must've made it
Rikers Island on this flow, 8 for that pistol
But at least had some bad bitches workin' in that shit hole
Ahhh, 3 later, I went and did it major
So f-ck the judge, and the jury, and the
all these kids who thought they had it figured out

And then November came, let my nigga out

[Lil
Stop playin, I with that bullshit
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, p-ssy good as baby
Two glock 40?s, you got 80 problems
Swimmin' in the money, Imma need some goggles
Its better to give, but we dont give a about 'em
I just came home, shit then got hoe
Lil Weezy-ana, the nigga, steal toe
I aint workin with a full but I deal hoe
I touched down, kick the motherf-ckin field goal
Talkin 'bout baby I got your baby money
Kidnap bitch, get that 'how much you love your lady' money
I know you fake nigga, press brakes nigga
I'll take you out, that's a date
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,
This shits a of chess, you niggas think its cleavage
Its young money, yeah the season
I you the business, bitch this a business meeting
My niggas hungry, my greedy
Will I die a bloody Dear Mr. Ouija
Nigga, Im straight, my a faggot
Potato on the barrel, pop pop tater