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 thug yeagas!
You know we

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

1]
[Skinny
My lookin like one of them days
I got a Franklin in my pocket, with lint 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, pack a
Erything tight, 2 off in the trunk, bump
In a slump, head-shot got me pumped like a
the page, flip 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, pass
Mashed-out, Fleetwood, Cadillac, South
Woodgrain, Pure Grain, it in and let it out
Bouncin' like a bunny hunny, the shorty set it out
Get in we fit in, we gon' try our best to sell it out

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2]
[B
We makes it hot for 'em, feel the
Who separate the real lames
Yeaga be Stille's his
(Where you from?)
The Ville, LaGrange, to Mills and
Look how far done came!
Now break it

I like my fat
And my weed
And my liquor
And my hens
With they panties
And a beat keep my yeagas bouncin, bouncin, bouncin, bouncin

Check,
My mic vocals, is like
Fetch the billfold my cheese is in
And purchase a to help me breathe again
I'm from a place where spills and stains
Filled with deals and gangs
Yeagas with gold and thangs
Drink up, ya tanks, spill ya drinks
Nappy, dawg, untamed
Southern slang,
We sendin' slugs ya brain
(Fuck you know, good)
And all my thugs, for the

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2]
[Fish
A cool cat, with a hat
Cup Gin-Jack
Dreaded out, up deuces
When I'm out
Slice it up and bet it out,
the prices up and set it out
Real niggaz never
to the calico, give me a deuce of that
Make it 2 of that, pack a tip, 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
I dap out, so clean
Yo honey mo' mean
Napped-out, momma me "What's all that 'bout?"
Say I got big plans, slim but mapped-out
boy with country game
Never nothin' lame
Get paid to rap, a dap like ain't nothin' changed
My stay Nappy, split ends stay happy
Bad threads must've came from his

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