Luyện nghe bài hát No Good

[B
Yooooo!
I Yooooo!
For all them industry haters that said we do it...
This for my thug 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 lint like a slave
And 20 cent to my name, tryna make crime pay
Money spent, Ben gone, me with the Hamil-ton
Window tint, ol' song
Lincoln on a sack, the fifty-dat
my song, Get drunk, get it crunk
Country-fried, pack a
tight, Volume 2 off in the trunk, bump
In a slump, head-shot got me pumped a gauge
Turn the page, flip the
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, that
Mashed-out, Fleetwood, Cadillac, South
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 it hot for 'em, feel the flames
Who separate the from lames
Yeaga be Stille's his
(Where you from?)
The Ville, LaGrange, to Mills and
Look how far Louisville's came!
Now break it

I like my fat
And my green
And my liquor
And my clean
With they 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 a nickel to help me breathe again
I'm from a where blood spills and stains
Filled with drug deals and
Yeagas gold grills and thangs
Drink up, fill ya tanks, spill ya
Nappy, dawg, untamed
Southern slang,
We sendin' through ya brain
(Fuck you know, good)
And all my thugs, for the

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[Fish
A cool cat, with a hat
Cup fulla
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, 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
Then I dap out, so
Yo honey actin' mo'
Napped-out, momma me "What's all that 'bout?"
Say I got big plans, slim but mapped-out
boy with country game
Never spittin' lame
Get paid to rap, still a dap ain't nothin' changed
My shit stay Nappy, split stay happy
Bad threads must've came from his

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