Luyện nghe bài hát No Sellout (f/ Koncrete)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga
Uh, uh, yeah,
nigga, Koncrete 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 ghetto
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 ya timid

I'm rugged so fuck it, I it
we stay above it corrupted
From dawn to dusk so we can 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
we represent it all my noggins is demented
Better watch them cars that's you don't want to be up in it

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

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

When I 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 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
guns stacking funds, fuck selling out

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

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

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

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

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

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

I never synthetic, the lyrical diabetic
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 like a

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

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

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

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

When I 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, damn hold up is it?