Luyện nghe bài hát No Sellout (f/ Koncrete)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah,
Eightball nigga, nigga
Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah,

Spark the weed up turn the beat up get it popping
It's on we dropping that homegrown ghetto to topic
Flip shit rip shit quick bit sick this shit here
Explicit content misfits fear now let's get this shit
This instant right

Set it I bet it won't forget it I wrote I edit
Call the paramedic, I meant it, still in it to win it
From start to finish no
Got to give ya timid

I'm rugged so fuck it, I it
Dogs we stay above it
dawn to dusk so we can thug it
(Naw)

To all my broken kinfolkin' stressing on smoking
Nick and Slick, Tone and Mint hit the grind again
Living dirty gots to get with it to go and get it
8ways we represent it all my is demented
Better watch them cars tinted you don't want to be up in it

Swish this tre like Hardaway send soldiers far away
But I'm on the corner got this hardened marijuana
Know it's wrong but fuck leave me where the bucks at
Last year was hard this one even worser now
Chilled the start but my anger got me colder now

really gon' do round here
We stuck like Chuck and we get out
On the block and sell them rocks
Rock come through and we got to open up
(Yeah, Koncrete, Eightball like right here)
Yeah, yeah, that's how we do it

When I up my mouth, you can hear the south
Packing guns stacking funds, fuck out
When I open up my mouth, you can hear the
guns stacking funds, fuck selling out

When I up my mouth, you can hear the south
Packing stacking funds, fuck selling out
When I open up my mouth, you can hear the
Packing guns stacking funds, fuck out

I got my nigga's me
You got a problem with
I say come get me
I'm in a southern city sipping on some cold

At the club looking at girls with big ass and
The instrumental that you hearing came from Frank
We do it big keep it gangsta got to stay

We on the rise real like gas prices
The is bland so we came to add spices
Heat it up beat it up thugs it up
it into something that's complete with us
You know I run with killers on a regular
Conceal rhyme skill is spectacular

Little Nicky got my back, baby witness
Get past him and you gonna to deal with Tony Dimples
Deon and Mint Green make it seem so
representing making other crews cripple
You know I, you I, I

When I open up my mouth, you can the south
Packing guns stacking funds, selling out
When I up my mouth, you can hear the south
Packing guns stacking funds, selling out

I open up my mouth, you can hear the south
Packing guns stacking funds, selling out
When I open up my mouth, you can hear the
Packing stacking funds, fuck selling out

We like cave-dwellers them haters be way jealous
They speaking that haterism, you need to fellas
We banging fo' sho now think we be slow now
Them boys ripping hard, we make you say, "Oh now"

I come synthetic, the lyrical diabetic
You should be apologetic for spittin' so pathetic
So roll up the marijuana we hotter than
make Lil' Man put it on ya
You sweating me a sauna

My nigga get real with it from here to with it
We showing y'all still with it so nigga just deal it
Koncrete and the Fat Mack we sip on cognac
So let's get this platinum plaque so we can paper stack

I be that nigga from the 'Bama, 'Bama got plenty of
Call me yo dumping dick in yo mamma-jamma
Pose for that camera cat be sweeter than
All for the fashion but I be yo fuck the glamor
My country have bitches come out of pajama
But not the shady one that get you off in the slammer

Me and my fama out dirty be actin' nutty with [unverified]
it smutty even the [unverified]
Busters ain't wonder what facing
Niggas got them thoughts longer than tele communications
Wait for the
Slab we be blazing spitting southern incantations

When I open up my mouth, you can hear the
guns stacking funds, fuck selling out
When I up my mouth, you can hear the south
guns stacking funds, fuck selling out

When I open up my mouth, you can the south
Packing guns stacking funds, fuck out
When I up my mouth, you can hear the south
Packing stacking funds, fuck selling out

When I open up my, damn up is that it?