Luyện nghe bài hát No Good

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

Smoke good, drink good, eat good,
Nickel bag of make a country yeaga sleep good
Yo' hood, my hood, heat, sho' should
round here be up to no good

1]
[Skinny
My yeaga lookin 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, left me the Hamil-ton
Window tint, same ol'
on a sack, with the fifty-dat
Bump my song, Get drunk, get it
Country-fried, pack a
tight, Volume 2 off in the trunk, bump
In a slump, got me pumped like a gauge
Turn the page, flip the
Hit the script jump, shorty the dump
In the hatchback, ass fat
Nickel bag of funk, a skunk in a rat trap
Sat back, hit it once, hit it twice, pass
Mashed-out, Fleetwood, Cadillac, South
Woodgrain, Pure Grain, it in and let it out
like a bunny 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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2]
[B
We it hot for 'em, feel the flames
Who separate the real from
Yeaga be his name
(Where you from?)
The Ville, LaGrange, to Mills and
Look how far Louisville's came!
Now it down

I my pockets fat
And my weed
And my liquor
And my clean
With panties down
And a beat that keep my bouncin, bouncin, bouncin, bouncin

Check,
My mic vocals, is choke-holds
the billfold that my cheese is in
And purchase a nickel to help me again
I'm from a place where blood and stains
Filled with deals and gangs
Yeagas with grills and thangs
up, fill ya tanks, spill ya drinks
It's Nappy, dawg,
Southern slang,
We sendin' through ya brain
(Fuck you know, good)
And all my thugs, for the

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2]
[Fish
A cat, with a pimp hat
Cup Gin-Jack
Dreaded out, up deuces
When I'm out
Slice it up and bet it out,
the prices up and set it out
Real never doubt
Swerve to the calico, give me a of that
Make it 2 of that, a tip, flush a Optimo
the change, got to go
Flirt, talk dirty
Georgia-bred, you can by my Hawk 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, slim but mapped-out
Country boy country game
Never spittin' nothin'
Get paid to rap, still a dap ain't nothin' changed
My shit stay Nappy, split ends happy
Bad must've came from his pappy

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