Luyện nghe bài hát No Good

[B
Yooooo!
I Yooooo!
For all them industry haters said we couldn't do it...
This for my country 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, tote heat, sho'
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, tryna make crime pay
Money spent, Ben gone, left me with the
tint, same ol' song
Lincoln on a sack, with the
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 pumped like a
the page, flip the script
Hit the script jump, with the dump
In the hatchback, ass fat
Nickel bag of funk, 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 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 Stille's his
(Where you from?)
The Ville, LaGrange, to and Fane
Look how far done came!
Now it down

I my pockets fat
And my weed
And my brown
And my clean
With they down
And a that keep my yeagas bouncin, bouncin, bouncin, bouncin

Check,
My mic vocals, is choke-holds
Fetch the billfold that my is in
And purchase a nickel to help me again
I'm a place where blood spills and stains
Filled with drug and gangs
Yeagas gold grills and thangs
Drink up, fill ya tanks, ya drinks
It's Nappy, dawg,
Southern slang,
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 fulla
Dreaded out, up deuces
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, flush a
the change, got to go
Flirt, tryna dirty
Georgia-bred, you can tell by my 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, slim but mapped-out
Country boy country game
Never spittin' nothin'
Get paid to rap, still a dap like ain't nothin'
My shit Nappy, split ends stay happy
Bad threads came from his pappy

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