Luyện nghe bài hát So 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 don't around
I just 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 or you burn
Kush in the air, I'm the gears
Love turned hate, hate turned into fear
If it aint right, I don't the deal
me in the watch, I got time to kill
Gasoline, propane, aint no salary cap in the dope
Aint no bargaining on cocaine
So in other nigga, do your thing

Mind in one place, heart in
Please pardon my
He's just angry at you niggas who dont your heart in your rap shit
And got too f-ckin comfy, cause we still hungry
Money, got the munchies
Faded, f-ckin faded, aww im f-ckin faded
They tellin' lies about me, aww yeah I made it
Island on this flow, 8 months 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
Watchin all these kids who thought they had it out

And then November came, they let my out

[Lil
Stop playin, I aint that bullshit
Niggas act like bitches. Shanaynay, oh my
This is Wayne's World, and y'all are just some
Give me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would
Brand new p-ssy, p-ssy good as baby
Two glock 40?s, nigga you got 80
Swimmin' in the money, Imma need some f-ckin
Its better to give, but we dont give a about 'em
I just came home, shit got real hoe
Lil Weezy-ana, the boot nigga, toe
I aint workin with a full but I deal hoe
I just touched down, kick the field goal
Talkin 'bout baby money? I got your money
Kidnap your bitch, get that much you love your lady' money
I know you fake nigga, press your brakes
I'll you out, that's a date nigga
Im a grown ass blood, playin with me
asshole and get an ass whippin'
I think you cat ha, hello kitty
I just the alley-oop 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 bitches
I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr. Ouija
Nigga, Im straight, my a faggot
on the barrel, pop pop tater salad