Luyện nghe bài hát No Good

[B
Yooooo!
I Yooooo!
For all them industry haters that said we do it...
for my country thug street yeagas!
You we gon'

Smoke good, drink good, eat good,
Nickel bag of funk'll make a country yeaga good
Yo' hood, my hood, heat, sho' should
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
spent, Ben gone, left me with the Hamil-ton
Window tint, same ol'
Lincoln on a sack, the fifty-dat
Bump my song, Get drunk, get it
Country-fried, pack a
Erything tight, Volume 2 off in the trunk,
In a slump, head-shot got me pumped 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 in a rat trap
Sat back, hit it once, hit it twice, that
Mashed-out, Fleetwood, Cadillac, South
Woodgrain, Pure Grain, it in and let it out
Bouncin' a bunny hunny, tell the shorty 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, feel the
Who separate the real from
Yeaga be his name
(Where you from?)
The Ville, LaGrange, to and Fane
Look how far Louisville's came!
Now break it

I my pockets fat
And my green
And my brown
And my clean
they panties down
And a beat that keep my bouncin, bouncin, bouncin, bouncin

Check,
My mic vocals, is like
Fetch the that my cheese is in
And purchase a nickel to help me again
I'm from a place blood spills and stains
Filled with drug deals and
Yeagas with gold grills and
Drink up, fill ya tanks, spill ya
It's Nappy, dawg,
slang, unchanged
We sendin' slugs through ya
(Fuck you know, good)
And all my thugs, for the

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[Fish
A cool cat, with a hat
Cup fulla
out, throwin up deuces
When I'm out
it up and bet it out, 5-0-4
Throw the up and set it out
Real never doubt
to the calico, give me a deuce of that
Make it 2 of that, pack a tip, a Optimo
the change, got to go
Flirt, tryna talk
Georgia-bred, you can by my Hawk jersey
Hit me up if you get off
Then I dap out, so
Yo honey actin' mo'
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 shit Nappy, split ends stay happy
Bad threads must've came from his

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