Luyện nghe bài hát No Good

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Yooooo!
I Yooooo!
For all them industry haters that said we do it...
for my country thug street yeagas!
You we gon'

Smoke good, good, eat good, Fleetwood
Nickel bag of make a country yeaga sleep good
Yo' hood, my hood, heat, sho' should
Folk round be up to no good

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[Skinny
My yeaga lookin one of them days
I got a Franklin in my pocket, this lint like a slave
And 20 cent to my name, tryna this crime pay
Money spent, Ben gone, me with the Hamil-ton
Window tint, same ol'
Lincoln on a sack, 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 pumped a gauge
the page, flip the script
Hit the script jump, shorty with the
In the hatchback, ass fat
Nickel bag of funk, caught a in a rat trap
Sat back, hit it once, hit it twice, pass
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 where we fit in, we gon' try our 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 done came!
Now break it

I like my fat
And my green
And my brown
And my clean
With they down
And a that keep my yeagas bouncin, bouncin, bouncin, bouncin

Check,
My mic vocals, is like
Fetch the billfold my cheese is in
And purchase a nickel to help me breathe
I'm from a place blood spills and stains
Filled with drug deals and
Yeagas with gold grills and
Drink up, fill ya tanks, ya drinks
It's Nappy, dawg,
slang, unchanged
We sendin' through ya brain
(Fuck you know, good)
And all my thugs, for the

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[Fish
A cat, with a pimp hat
Cup Gin-Jack
out, throwin up deuces
When I'm out
it up and bet it out, 5-0-4
Throw the up and set it out
niggaz never doubt
Swerve to the calico, give me a deuce of
it 2 of that, pack a tip, flush a Optimo
the change, got to go
Flirt, tryna dirty
Georgia-bred, you can by my Hawk jersey
Hit me up if you get off
Then I dap out, so
Yo honey mo' mean
Napped-out, asking me "What's all that 'bout?"
Say I got big plans, look slim but
boy with country game
Never nothin' lame
Get to rap, still a dap like ain't nothin' changed
My shit Nappy, split ends stay happy
Bad threads came from his pappy

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