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

Set it I bet it they won't it I wrote I edit
Call the paramedic, said I meant it, in it to win it
From to finish 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 keep on
Nick and Slick, Tone and Mint gotta hit the grind
Living dirty gots to get with it to go and get it
8ways we it all my noggins is demented
Better them cars that's tinted you don't want to be up in it

Swish this tre like Hardaway send soldiers far away
But I'm living on the corner got this marijuana
Know it's wrong but that leave 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 really gon' do here
We stuck like Chuck and we get out
On the block and I'ma sell them
Rock come through and we got to up shop
(Yeah, Koncrete, Eightball this right here)
Yeah, yeah, how we do it nigga

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 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 the south
Packing guns stacking funds, selling out

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

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

We on the rise real fast gas prices
The industry is bland so we came to add
Heat it up it up thugs treat it up
Transform it into that's complete with us
You didn't know I run killers on a regular
Conceal weapons rhyme is spectacular

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

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

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

We rugged like them haters be way jealous
They speaking that haterism, you to behave fellas
We banging fo' sho now think we be slow now
Them 'Bama ripping hard, we make you say, "Oh now"

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

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

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

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

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 guns stacking funds, fuck out

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