Luyện nghe bài hát No Good

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

Smoke good, drink good, eat good,
Nickel bag of funk'll make a country yeaga sleep
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, make this crime pay
Money spent, Ben gone, me with the Hamil-ton
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 like a gauge
Turn the page, the script
Hit the script jump, shorty with the
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, Pure Grain, it in and let it out
Bouncin' like a bunny hunny, the shorty set it out
Get in where we fit in, we gon' try our to sell it out

2x]

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

I my pockets fat
And my weed
And my liquor
And my hens
With they panties
And a beat that 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 from a place where blood spills and
Filled with drug deals and
with gold grills and thangs
Drink up, fill ya tanks, spill ya
It's Nappy, dawg,
Southern slang,
We sendin' slugs ya brain
(Fuck you know, good)
And all my thugs, for the

2x]

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,
the prices up and set it out
Real niggaz doubt
Swerve to the calico, me a deuce of that
Make it 2 of that, pack a tip, flush a
the change, got to go
Flirt, tryna talk
Georgia-bred, you can tell by my Hawk
Hit me up if you get off
Then I dap out, so
Yo honey actin' mo'
Napped-out, momma asking me "What's all 'bout?"
Say I got big plans, slim but mapped-out
Country boy with country
Never spittin' lame
Get to rap, still a dap like ain't nothin' changed
My shit stay Nappy, split ends happy
Bad threads must've came from his

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