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 homegrown ghetto to ghetto topic
Flip shit rip shit quick bit sick with this shit
Explicit content misfits fear now let's get shit clear
This right here

Set it I bet it they forget it I wrote I edit
Call the paramedic, said I it, still in it to win it
From to finish no gimmick
Got to spinach ya timid

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

To all my broken kinfolkin' stressing on smoking
and Slick, Tone and Mint gotta hit the grind again
Living dirty gots to get it time 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 they far away
But I'm living on the got this hardened marijuana
Know it's but fuck that leave me where the bucks at
Last year was hard this one looking worser now
Chilled from the start but my anger got me now

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

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

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

I got my with me
You got a problem something
I say then get me
I'm in a southern city sipping on some cold

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

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

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

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

When I open up my mouth, you can hear the
Packing guns stacking funds, selling 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
speaking that haterism, you need to behave fellas
We fo' sho now you'd think we be slow now
'Bama boys ripping hard, we make you say, "Oh now"

I never come synthetic, the lyrical
You should be apologetic for spittin' so pathetic
So roll up the we hotter than Arizona
Don't 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 we sip on that cognac
So let's get this plaque so we can watch paper stack

I be that from the 'Bama, 'Bama got plenty of monogrammar
me yo pussy-rammer dumping dick in yo mamma-jamma
Pose for that cat be sweeter than Tropicana
All for the but I be like yo fuck the glamor
My country have bitches come out of pajama
But not the shady one that get you throwed off in the

Me and my fama out there dirty be actin' nutty with
Keeping it even the [unverified]
Busters wonder what they facing
Niggas got them thoughts that longer than tele
for the [unverified]
Slab we be blazing that southern incantations

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

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

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