Luyện nghe bài hát No Sellout (f/ Koncrete)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Whatcha gon' do round here
We like Chuck and we can't get out
On the block and I'ma sell them
Rock through and we got to open up shop
(Yeah, Koncrete, Eightball like this here)
Yeah, yeah, that's how we do it

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

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

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

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

We on the real fast like gas prices
The industry is bland so we to add spices
Heat it up it up thugs treat it up
Transform it into something complete with us
You didn't I run with killers on a regular
Conceal weapons rhyme skill is

Little Nicky got my back, baby bear
Get past him and you gonna have to deal Tony Dimples
Deon and Mint make it seem so simple
8ways representing making other cripple
You know I, you I, I

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

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

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

I never come synthetic, the lyrical
You should be apologetic for spittin' shit so
So up the marijuana we hotter than Arizona
Don't Lil' Man put it on ya
You sweating me like a

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

I be that nigga the 'Bama, 'Bama got plenty of monogrammar
Call me yo dumping dick in yo mamma-jamma
Pose for that cat be sweeter than Tropicana
All for the fashion but I be like yo 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 there dirty be actin' with [unverified]
Keeping it even the [unverified]
Busters wonder what they facing
Niggas got them thoughts that than tele communications
for the [unverified]
Slab we be blazing that southern incantations

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

When I open up my mouth, you can hear the
Packing 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, hold up is that it?