Luyện nghe bài hát No Good

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Yooooo!
I Yooooo!
For all them haters that said we couldn't 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
round here be up to no good

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[Skinny
My yeaga lookin like one of days
I got a in my pocket, with this lint like a slave
And 20 cent to my name, tryna make crime pay
spent, Ben gone, left 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, a blunt
Erything tight, Volume 2 off in the trunk,
In a slump, head-shot got me pumped like a
the page, flip the script
Hit the script jump, shorty the dump
In the hatchback, ass fat
Nickel bag of funk, caught a in a rat trap
Sat back, hit it once, hit it twice, pass
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 makes it hot for 'em, feel the
Who separate the real from
Yeaga be Stille's his
(Where you from?)
The Ville, LaGrange, to and Fane
Look how far Louisville's came!
Now it down

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

Check,
My mic vocals, is like
the billfold that my cheese is in
And purchase a to help me breathe again
I'm from a where blood spills and stains
Filled with drug deals and
with gold grills and thangs
Drink up, ya tanks, spill ya drinks
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 cat, with a pimp hat
Cup fulla
Dreaded out, up deuces
When I'm out
it up and bet it out, 5-0-4
Throw the up and set it out
niggaz never doubt
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 dirty
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 slim but
Country boy with country
spittin' nothin' lame
Get paid to rap, still a dap ain't nothin' changed
My stay Nappy, split ends stay happy
Bad threads must've came from his

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