Luyện nghe bài hát No Good

[B
Yooooo!
I Yooooo!
For all them industry haters that we couldn't do it...
This for my thug street yeagas!
You we gon'

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

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[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, tryna make crime pay
spent, Ben gone, left me with the Hamil-ton
Window tint, ol' song
on a sack, with the fifty-dat
Bump my song, Get drunk, get it
Country-fried, pack a
Erything tight, Volume 2 off in the trunk,
In a slump, head-shot got me like a gauge
the page, flip the script
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, that
Mashed-out, Fleetwood, Cadillac, South
Woodgrain, Pure Grain, it in and let it out
Bouncin' like a bunny hunny, tell the 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 lames
Yeaga be his name
(Where you from?)
The Ville, LaGrange, to Mills and
how far Louisville's done came!
Now break it

I my pockets fat
And my weed
And my liquor
And my hens
With panties down
And a beat that my yeagas bouncin, bouncin, bouncin, bouncin

Check,
My mic vocals, is like
Fetch the that my cheese is in
And purchase a nickel to help me breathe
I'm from a place where blood spills and
Filled drug deals and gangs
Yeagas with gold and thangs
Drink up, fill ya tanks, ya drinks
It's Nappy, dawg,
slang, unchanged
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,
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, talk dirty
Georgia-bred, you can by my Hawk jersey
Hit me up if you get off
I dap out, so clean
Yo honey mo' mean
Napped-out, asking me "What's all that 'bout?"
Say I got big plans, slim but mapped-out
Country boy country game
Never spittin' lame
Get to rap, still a dap like ain't nothin' changed
My shit stay Nappy, ends stay happy
Bad threads must've from his pappy

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