This is a song about "Good to hear that"

Hard to not hear your sound

Now that's six cops found on that ground

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

And that fucker still talks to me he's all i can fuckin' hear

I style on new york, pile up my fork

For real and good music, to hear when they're lost,

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

Wiz khali is stuck on replay, play something new i need to hear a good beat

I'm hooked on that good stuff

And now it's clear as this promise

I just want somebody i can see

You hear me sneaking down dont you hear that shimmy

Turn the menu to repeat so that you can hear this song twice

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live