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 to ghetto topic
shit rip shit quick bit sick with this 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 meant it, in it to win it
From start to finish no
Got to spinach ya timid

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

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

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

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

When I 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 stacking funds, fuck selling out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I never come synthetic, the lyrical
You should be for spittin' shit so pathetic
So roll up the we hotter than Arizona
make Lil' Man put it on ya
You me like a sauna

My get real with it from 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 that
So let's get this platinum plaque so we can paper stack

I be that nigga the 'Bama, 'Bama got plenty of monogrammar
Call me yo pussy-rammer dick in yo mamma-jamma
for that camera cat be sweeter than Tropicana
All for the fashion but I be like yo fuck the
My grammar 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 nutty with [unverified]
Keeping it smutty the [unverified]
Busters ain't wonder what facing
Niggas got them thoughts that longer than tele
for the [unverified]
Slab we be blazing that southern incantations

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

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