Luyện nghe bài hát No Good

[B
Yooooo!
I Yooooo!
For all them industry haters said we couldn't do it...
for my country thug street yeagas!
You we gon'

Smoke good, drink good, eat good,
Nickel bag of funk'll make a country yeaga sleep
Yo' hood, my hood, tote heat, sho'
Folk 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 to my name, tryna make this crime pay
Money spent, Ben gone, me with the Hamil-ton
Window tint, same ol'
Lincoln on a sack, with the
Bump my song, Get drunk, get it
Country-fried, pack a
Erything tight, 2 off in the trunk, bump
In a slump, got me pumped like a gauge
the page, flip the script
Hit the script jump, with the dump
In the hatchback, ass fat
Nickel bag of funk, caught a in a rat trap
Sat back, hit it once, hit it twice, that
Mashed-out, Fleetwood, Cadillac, South
Woodgrain, Pure Grain, it in and let it out
Bouncin' like a bunny hunny, tell the set it out
Get in where we fit in, we try our best to sell it out

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

I like my fat
And my green
And my brown
And my hens
they panties down
And a beat that keep my bouncin, bouncin, bouncin, bouncin

Check,
My mic vocals, is choke-holds
the billfold that my cheese is in
And purchase a nickel to help me again
I'm from a place blood spills and stains
with drug deals and gangs
Yeagas with grills and thangs
Drink up, fill ya tanks, 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 cat, with a pimp hat
Cup Gin-Jack
out, throwin up deuces
When I'm out
Slice it up and bet it out,
Throw the up and set it out
Real never doubt
Swerve to the calico, me a deuce of that
Make it 2 of that, pack a tip, flush a
the change, got to go
Flirt, tryna talk
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 but mapped-out
Country boy with country
Never spittin' nothin'
Get paid to rap, a dap like ain't nothin' changed
My shit stay Nappy, split ends stay
Bad must've came from his pappy

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