Luyện nghe bài hát No Good

[B
Yooooo!
I Yooooo!
For all industry haters that said we couldn't do it...
for my country 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
Folk round be up to no good

1]
[Skinny
My yeaga like one of them days
I got a Franklin in my pocket, with this lint like a
And 20 cent to my name, make this crime pay
Money spent, Ben gone, left me the Hamil-ton
tint, same ol' song
Lincoln on a sack, the fifty-dat
Bump my song, Get drunk, get it
Country-fried, pack a
tight, Volume 2 off in the trunk, bump
In a slump, head-shot got me like a gauge
the page, flip the script
Hit the script jump, shorty with the
In the hatchback, ass fat
Nickel bag of funk, caught a in a rat trap
Sat back, hit it once, hit it twice, that
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 try our best to sell it out

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2]
[B
We makes it hot for 'em, the flames
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 green
And my liquor
And my clean
they panties down
And a that keep my yeagas 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 blood and stains
Filled with drug and gangs
Yeagas with grills and thangs
Drink up, ya tanks, spill ya drinks
Nappy, dawg, untamed
Southern slang,
We sendin' slugs ya brain
(Fuck you know, good)
And all my thugs, for the

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2]
[Fish
A cool cat, with a hat
Cup fulla
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 niggaz never
to the calico, give me a deuce of that
Make it 2 of that, a tip, flush a Optimo
the change, got to go
Flirt, talk dirty
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, asking me "What's all that 'bout?"
Say I got big plans, look slim but
Country boy country game
spittin' nothin' lame
Get paid to rap, still a dap like nothin' changed
My shit stay Nappy, split stay happy
Bad threads came from his pappy

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