Luyện nghe bài hát No Good

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Yooooo!
I Yooooo!
For all them industry haters 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, heat, sho' should
Folk round here be up to no

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

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

I like my fat
And my weed
And my brown
And my clean
With they down
And a beat that keep my bouncin, bouncin, bouncin, bouncin

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

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[Fish
A cat, with a pimp hat
Cup Gin-Jack
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
Swerve to the calico, give me a deuce of
it 2 of that, pack a tip, flush a Optimo
the change, got to go
Flirt, tryna dirty
Georgia-bred, you can tell by my jersey
Hit me up if you get off
Then I dap out, so
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
Never spittin' nothin'
Get paid to rap, a dap like ain't nothin' changed
My shit Nappy, split ends stay happy
Bad must've came from his pappy

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