Luyện nghe bài hát No Good

[B
Yooooo!
I Yooooo!
For all them industry haters that 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 make a yeaga sleep good
Yo' hood, my hood, tote heat, sho'
Folk 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 this crime pay
spent, Ben gone, left me with the Hamil-ton
Window tint, ol' song
Lincoln on a sack, the fifty-dat
my song, Get drunk, get it crunk
Country-fried, a blunt
Erything tight, 2 off in the trunk, bump
In a slump, head-shot got me pumped like a
Turn the page, the script
Hit the script jump, shorty with the
In the hatchback, ass fat
Nickel bag of funk, a skunk 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' a bunny hunny, tell the shorty 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 separate the real from
Yeaga be Stille's his
(Where you from?)
The Ville, LaGrange, to and Fane
Look how far Louisville's came!
Now break it

I my pockets fat
And my weed
And my liquor
And my hens
With they down
And a beat keep my yeagas bouncin, bouncin, bouncin, bouncin

Check,
My mic vocals, is like
Fetch the that my cheese is in
And purchase a nickel to help me breathe
I'm from a place blood spills and stains
Filled with drug and gangs
Yeagas with gold grills and
Drink up, fill ya tanks, 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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[Fish
A cool cat, with a hat
Cup fulla
Dreaded out, throwin up
When I'm out
Slice it up and bet it out,
the prices up and set it out
Real niggaz never
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 dirty
Georgia-bred, you can tell by my Hawk
Hit me up if you get off
Then I dap out, so
Yo actin' mo' mean
Napped-out, asking me "What's all that 'bout?"
Say I got big plans, look slim but
Country boy with game
Never spittin' nothin'
Get paid to rap, a dap like ain't nothin' changed
My shit stay Nappy, split ends happy
Bad threads must've came from his

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