Luyện nghe bài hát No Good

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Yooooo!
I Yooooo!
For all them industry haters that we couldn't do it...
This for my country street yeagas!
You we gon'

Smoke good, good, eat good, Fleetwood
bag of funk'll make a country yeaga sleep good
Yo' hood, my hood, heat, sho' should
round here be up to no good

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[Skinny
My yeaga lookin like one of them
I got a Franklin in my pocket, with lint like a slave
And 20 cent to my name, make this crime pay
Money spent, Ben gone, me with the Hamil-ton
tint, same ol' song
Lincoln on a sack, with the
Bump my song, Get drunk, get it
Country-fried, pack a
Erything tight, 2 off in the trunk, bump
In a slump, head-shot got me pumped like a
Turn the page, flip the
Hit the script jump, with the dump
In the hatchback, ass fat
Nickel bag of funk, caught a skunk in a rat
Sat back, hit it once, hit it twice, pass
Mashed-out, Fleetwood, Cadillac, South
Woodgrain, Grain, hold it in and let it out
Bouncin' a bunny hunny, tell the shorty set it out
Get in we fit in, we gon' try our best to sell it out

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[B
We makes it hot for 'em, feel the
Who the real from lames
Yeaga be Stille's his
(Where you from?)
The Ville, LaGrange, to and Fane
Look how far done came!
Now it down

I like my fat
And my weed
And my liquor
And my clean
With they down
And a beat that my yeagas bouncin, bouncin, bouncin, bouncin

Check,
My mic vocals, is choke-holds
Fetch the that my cheese is in
And purchase a to help me breathe again
I'm from a place blood spills and stains
Filled with deals and gangs
Yeagas with gold and thangs
Drink up, fill ya tanks, ya drinks
It's Nappy, dawg,
Southern slang,
We sendin' slugs ya brain
(Fuck you know, good)
And all my thugs, for the

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[Fish
A cat, with a pimp hat
Cup Gin-Jack
out, throwin up deuces
When I'm out
Slice it up and bet it out,
the prices up and set it out
Real niggaz never
Swerve to the calico, me a deuce of that
Make it 2 of that, pack a tip, flush a
the change, got to go
Flirt, tryna dirty
Georgia-bred, you can tell by my Hawk
Hit me up if you get off
Then I dap out, so
Yo actin' mo' mean
Napped-out, asking me "What's all that 'bout?"
Say I got big plans, look slim but
Country boy with game
Never spittin' nothin'
Get paid to rap, a dap like ain't nothin' changed
My shit stay Nappy, split ends stay
Bad threads came from his pappy

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