Luyện nghe bài hát No Good

[B
Yooooo!
I Yooooo!
For all them industry haters that said we do it...
for my country thug street yeagas!
You we gon'

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

1]
[Skinny
My yeaga lookin like one of days
I got a Franklin in my pocket, with lint like a slave
And 20 to my name, tryna make this crime pay
Money spent, Ben gone, left me with the
Window tint, ol' song
Lincoln on a sack, the fifty-dat
my song, Get drunk, get it crunk
Country-fried, pack a
Erything tight, 2 off in the trunk, bump
In a slump, head-shot got me like a gauge
Turn the page, flip the
Hit the script jump, shorty 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, 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 gon' try our best to it out

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2]
[B
We it hot for 'em, feel the flames
Who separate the real lames
Yeaga be his name
(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 brown
And my clean
With they down
And a beat that keep my yeagas bouncin, bouncin, bouncin,

Check,
My mic vocals, is choke-holds
Fetch the billfold that my is in
And a nickel to help me breathe again
I'm from a place where blood spills and
Filled drug deals and gangs
Yeagas gold grills and thangs
up, fill 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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2]
[Fish
A cool cat, with a 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
niggaz never doubt
Swerve to the calico, give me a deuce of
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, momma me "What's all that 'bout?"
Say I got big plans, slim but mapped-out
boy with country game
Never nothin' lame
Get paid to rap, still a dap like nothin' changed
My shit stay Nappy, ends stay happy
Bad threads must've came his pappy

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