Luyện nghe bài hát No Good

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

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

1]
[Skinny
My yeaga like one of them days
I got a Franklin in my pocket, this lint like a slave
And 20 cent to my name, tryna make this pay
Money spent, Ben gone, me with the Hamil-ton
Window tint, same ol'
Lincoln on a sack, the fifty-dat
my song, Get drunk, get it crunk
Country-fried, pack a
Erything tight, Volume 2 off in the trunk,
In a slump, got me pumped like a gauge
the page, flip the script
Hit the jump, shorty with the dump
In the hatchback, ass fat
bag of funk, caught a skunk in a rat trap
Sat back, hit it once, hit it twice, pass
Mashed-out, Fleetwood, Cadillac, headed
Woodgrain, Grain, hold it in and let it out
like a bunny hunny, tell the shorty set it out
Get in where we fit in, we gon' try our to sell it out

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2]
[B
We makes it hot for 'em, feel the
Who the real from lames
be Stille's his name
(Where you from?)
The Ville, LaGrange, to Mills and
Look how far done came!
Now it down

I like my fat
And my green
And my liquor
And my hens
With panties down
And a that keep my yeagas bouncin, bouncin, bouncin, bouncin

Check,
My mic vocals, is like
Fetch the billfold that my is in
And purchase a nickel to help me breathe
I'm a place where blood spills and stains
with drug deals and gangs
Yeagas with gold grills and
Drink up, ya tanks, spill ya drinks
Nappy, dawg, untamed
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 fulla
Dreaded out, throwin up
I'm headed 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 of that
it 2 of that, pack a tip, flush 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, asking me "What's all that 'bout?"
Say I got big plans, look slim but
Country boy with country
Never spittin' lame
Get paid to rap, a dap like ain't nothin' changed
My shit stay Nappy, split ends stay
Bad threads came from his pappy

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