Luyện nghe bài hát No Good

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

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

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[Skinny
My lookin 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
Money spent, Ben gone, me with the Hamil-ton
tint, same ol' song
Lincoln on a sack, the fifty-dat
my song, Get drunk, get it crunk
Country-fried, a blunt
Erything tight, Volume 2 off in the trunk,
In a slump, got me pumped like a gauge
the page, flip the script
Hit the script jump, with 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, Grain, hold it in and let it out
Bouncin' like a bunny hunny, tell the set it out
Get in we fit in, we gon' try our best to sell it out

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[B
We it hot for 'em, feel the flames
Who the real from lames
Yeaga be Stille's his
(Where you from?)
The Ville, LaGrange, to and Fane
Look how far done came!
Now break it

I my pockets fat
And my green
And my brown
And my clean
With they panties
And a beat that keep my bouncin, bouncin, bouncin, bouncin

Check,
My mic vocals, is choke-holds
the billfold that my cheese is in
And purchase a nickel to help me breathe
I'm from a place where blood and stains
Filled drug deals and gangs
Yeagas with grills and thangs
up, fill ya tanks, spill ya drinks
It's Nappy, dawg,
Southern slang,
We sendin' slugs 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
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, give me a of that
Make it 2 of that, pack a tip, a Optimo
the change, got to go
Flirt, tryna talk
Georgia-bred, you can by my Hawk jersey
Hit me up if you get off
I dap out, so clean
Yo actin' mo' mean
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, a dap like ain't nothin' changed
My shit stay Nappy, split stay happy
Bad threads came from his pappy

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