Luyện nghe bài hát No Sellout (f/ Koncrete)

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

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

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 start to no gimmick
Got to give spinach ya

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We on the rise fast like gas prices
The industry is bland so we came to add
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 weapons rhyme skill is

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

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 stacking funds, fuck selling out

I open 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 stacking funds, fuck selling out

We rugged like cave-dwellers them haters be way
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 synthetic, the lyrical diabetic
You should be apologetic for spittin' shit so
So roll up the marijuana we hotter Arizona
Don't Lil' Man put it on ya
You sweating me a sauna

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

I be that from 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 yo fuck the glamor
My country grammar bitches come out of pajama
But not the shady one that get you throwed off in the

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

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

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