Luyện nghe bài hát No Good

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Yooooo!
I Yooooo!
For all industry haters that said we couldn't do it...
This for my country thug yeagas!
You we gon'

Smoke good, good, eat good, Fleetwood
Nickel bag of funk'll make a country yeaga good
Yo' hood, my hood, tote heat, sho'
Folk round here be up to no

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[Skinny
My lookin like one of them days
I got a Franklin in my pocket, with lint like a slave
And 20 cent to my name, tryna this crime pay
Money spent, Ben gone, me with the Hamil-ton
Window tint, ol' song
on a sack, with the fifty-dat
Bump my song, Get drunk, get it
Country-fried, pack a
Erything tight, 2 off in the trunk, bump
In a slump, got me pumped like a gauge
Turn the page, flip the
Hit the script jump, with the dump
In the hatchback, ass fat
Nickel bag of funk, caught a in a rat trap
Sat back, hit it once, hit it twice, that
Mashed-out, Fleetwood, Cadillac, headed
Woodgrain, Grain, hold it in and let it out
Bouncin' like a bunny hunny, tell the set it out
Get in we fit in, we gon' try our best to sell it out

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[B
We makes it hot for 'em, the flames
Who the real from lames
Yeaga be Stille's his
(Where you from?)
The Ville, LaGrange, to Mills and
Look how far Louisville's came!
Now it down

I like my fat
And my weed
And my brown
And my hens
With they panties
And a beat keep my yeagas bouncin, bouncin, bouncin, bouncin

Check,
My mic vocals, is like
the billfold that my cheese is in
And purchase a nickel to help me breathe
I'm from a where blood spills and stains
Filled with drug and gangs
Yeagas with gold and thangs
Drink up, ya tanks, spill ya drinks
It's Nappy, dawg,
Southern slang,
We slugs through ya brain
(Fuck you know, good)
And all my thugs, for the

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[Fish
A cool cat, with a hat
Cup Gin-Jack
out, throwin up deuces
When I'm out
Slice it up and bet it out,
Throw the up and set it out
niggaz never doubt
Swerve to the calico, give me a deuce of
Make it 2 of that, pack a tip, a Optimo
the change, got to go
Flirt, tryna dirty
Georgia-bred, you can by my Hawk jersey
Hit me up if you get off
I dap out, so clean
Yo actin' mo' mean
Napped-out, momma me "What's all that 'bout?"
Say I got big plans, look but mapped-out
Country boy with game
Never spittin' lame
Get paid to rap, still a dap like ain't changed
My stay Nappy, split ends stay happy
Bad threads must've came from his

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