Luyện nghe bài hát No Sellout (f/ Koncrete)

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

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

Set it I bet it they won't forget it I wrote I
Call the paramedic, said I meant it, in it to win it
From start to no gimmick
Got to spinach ya timid

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We on the rise real like gas prices
The industry is bland so we to add spices
Heat it up beat it up treat it up
Transform it into something that's complete us
You didn't know I run killers on a regular
Conceal weapons rhyme skill is

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

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

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

We rugged like cave-dwellers them be way jealous
They speaking that haterism, you need to fellas
We banging fo' sho now think we be slow now
Them 'Bama boys ripping hard, we you say, "Oh now"

I come synthetic, the lyrical diabetic
You should be for spittin' shit so pathetic
So up the marijuana 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 with it so nigga 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 but I be like yo fuck the glamor
My country grammar have bitches out of pajama
But not the shady one get you throwed off in the slammer

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

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

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, selling out

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