Luyện nghe bài hát No Good

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

Smoke good, good, eat good, Fleetwood
Nickel bag of funk'll make a country yeaga sleep
Yo' hood, my hood, tote heat, 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, with this like a slave
And 20 cent to my name, tryna make this pay
Money spent, Ben gone, left me with the
Window tint, same ol'
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, got me pumped like a gauge
Turn the page, flip the
Hit the script jump, shorty the dump
In the hatchback, ass fat
Nickel bag of funk, caught a skunk in a rat
Sat back, hit it once, hit it twice, that
Mashed-out, Fleetwood, Cadillac, South
Woodgrain, Pure Grain, it in and let it out
Bouncin' a bunny hunny, tell the shorty set it out
Get in where we fit in, we gon' try our to sell it out

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

I my pockets fat
And my weed
And my brown
And my hens
they panties down
And a beat that my yeagas bouncin, bouncin, bouncin, bouncin

Check,
My mic vocals, is choke-holds
Fetch the that my cheese is in
And purchase a to help me breathe again
I'm from a place where spills and stains
Filled with drug and gangs
Yeagas with gold grills and
Drink up, fill ya tanks, spill ya
Nappy, dawg, untamed
Southern slang,
We sendin' slugs through ya
(Fuck you know, good)
And all my thugs, for the

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[Fish
A cool cat, a pimp hat
Cup Gin-Jack
Dreaded out, up deuces
I'm headed out
Slice it up and bet it out,
Throw the up and set it out
Real never doubt
Swerve to the calico, give me a of that
Make it 2 of that, a tip, flush 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, momma asking me "What's all 'bout?"
Say I got big plans, slim but mapped-out
Country boy with country
Never spittin' nothin'
Get paid to rap, still a dap like nothin' changed
My shit Nappy, split ends stay happy
Bad threads must've from his pappy

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