Luyện nghe bài hát No Good

[B
Yooooo!
I Yooooo!
For all industry haters that said we couldn't do it...
This for my country street yeagas!
You know we

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

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[Skinny
My yeaga lookin like one of them
I got a Franklin in my pocket, with this lint like a
And 20 cent to my name, make this crime pay
spent, Ben gone, left me with the Hamil-ton
Window tint, same ol'
on a sack, with the fifty-dat
Bump my song, Get drunk, get it
Country-fried, a blunt
tight, Volume 2 off in the trunk, bump
In a slump, head-shot got me like a gauge
Turn the page, the script
Hit the script jump, shorty with the
In the hatchback, ass fat
Nickel bag of funk, caught a skunk in a rat
Sat back, hit it once, hit it twice, that
Mashed-out, Fleetwood, Cadillac, headed
Woodgrain, Pure Grain, it in and let it out
Bouncin' like a hunny, tell the shorty set it out
Get in where we fit in, we try our best to sell it out

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

I like my fat
And my weed
And my brown
And my hens
With they panties
And a that 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 again
I'm from a where blood spills and stains
Filled drug deals and gangs
with gold grills and thangs
Drink up, fill ya tanks, spill ya
Nappy, dawg, untamed
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, a pimp hat
Cup Gin-Jack
Dreaded out, throwin up
When I'm out
it up and bet it out, 5-0-4
Throw the up and set it out
Real never doubt
Swerve to the calico, me a deuce of that
Make it 2 of that, pack a tip, a Optimo
the change, got to go
Flirt, talk dirty
Georgia-bred, you can tell by my jersey
Hit me up if you get off
I dap out, so clean
Yo honey mo' mean
Napped-out, momma asking me "What's all 'bout?"
Say I got big plans, look slim but
Country boy with country
Never spittin' lame
Get paid to rap, still a dap like ain't changed
My shit stay Nappy, split ends happy
Bad threads must've came from his

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