Luyện nghe bài hát No Good

[B
Yooooo!
I Yooooo!
For all them industry that said we couldn't do it...
This for my country street 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 be up to no good

1]
[Skinny
My lookin like one of them days
I got a Franklin in my pocket, with this lint like a
And 20 cent to my name, tryna this crime pay
spent, Ben gone, left me with the Hamil-ton
Window tint, ol' song
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 like a
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, 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 makes it hot for 'em, the flames
Who separate the from lames
be Stille's his name
(Where you from?)
The Ville, LaGrange, to Mills and
how far Louisville's done came!
Now it down

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

Check,
My mic vocals, is like
Fetch the billfold that my is in
And purchase a nickel to me breathe again
I'm from a place where blood spills and
Filled with drug deals and
Yeagas with grills and thangs
Drink up, fill ya tanks, ya drinks
It's Nappy, dawg,
Southern slang,
We sendin' slugs ya brain
(Fuck you know, good)
And all my thugs, for the

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2]
[Fish
A cool cat, a pimp hat
Cup Gin-Jack
Dreaded out, up deuces
I'm headed out
Slice it up and bet it out,
Throw the up and set it out
Real niggaz never
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, tryna talk
Georgia-bred, you can tell by my Hawk
Hit me up if you get off
I dap out, so clean
Yo actin' mo' mean
Napped-out, asking me "What's all that 'bout?"
Say I got big plans, look but mapped-out
Country boy with game
spittin' nothin' lame
Get to rap, still a dap like ain't nothin' changed
My stay Nappy, split ends stay happy
Bad threads must've from his pappy

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