Luyện nghe bài hát No Good

[B
Yooooo!
I Yooooo!
For all them 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 sleep good
Yo' hood, my hood, tote heat, sho'
Folk round be up to no good

1]
[Skinny
My yeaga lookin like one of them
I got a Franklin in my pocket, with this like a slave
And 20 to my name, tryna make this 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, a blunt
tight, Volume 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 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, headed
Woodgrain, Grain, hold 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 best to it out

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

I like my fat
And my weed
And my brown
And my hens
they panties down
And a beat keep my yeagas bouncin, bouncin, bouncin, bouncin

Check,
My mic vocals, is choke-holds
Fetch the billfold my cheese is in
And purchase a to help me breathe again
I'm from a where blood spills and stains
Filled drug deals and gangs
Yeagas with 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, a pimp hat
Cup Gin-Jack
Dreaded out, throwin up
When I'm out
Slice it up and bet it out,
the prices up and set it out
Real never doubt
to the calico, give me a deuce of that
Make it 2 of that, pack a tip, 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
I dap out, so clean
Yo honey actin' mo'
Napped-out, asking me "What's all that 'bout?"
Say I got big plans, slim but mapped-out
boy with country game
Never spittin' nothin'
Get paid to rap, still a dap ain't nothin' changed
My shit stay Nappy, split ends stay
Bad must've came from his pappy

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