Luyện nghe bài hát No Good

[B
Yooooo!
I Yooooo!
For all industry haters that said we couldn't do it...
This for my thug street yeagas!
You we gon'

Smoke good, drink good, eat good,
Nickel bag of make a country yeaga sleep good
Yo' hood, my hood, tote heat, should
Folk here be up to no good

1]
[Skinny
My lookin like one of them days
I got a in my pocket, with this lint like a slave
And 20 cent to my name, make this crime pay
spent, Ben gone, left me with the Hamil-ton
Window tint, same ol'
Lincoln on a sack, the fifty-dat
Bump my song, Get drunk, get it
Country-fried, a blunt
Erything tight, Volume 2 off in the trunk,
In a slump, got me pumped like a gauge
the page, flip the script
Hit the script jump, shorty with the
In the hatchback, ass fat
Nickel bag of funk, a skunk in a rat trap
Sat back, hit it once, hit it twice, pass
Mashed-out, Fleetwood, Cadillac, South
Woodgrain, Grain, hold it in and let it out
like a bunny hunny, tell the shorty set it out
Get in where we fit in, we gon' try our to sell it out

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2]
[B
We makes it hot for 'em, the flames
Who separate the from lames
be Stille's his name
(Where you from?)
The Ville, LaGrange, to Mills and
Look how far Louisville's came!
Now it down

I like my fat
And my weed
And my brown
And my hens
With panties down
And a that keep my yeagas bouncin, bouncin, bouncin, bouncin

Check,
My mic vocals, is choke-holds
the billfold that my cheese is in
And purchase a nickel to help me breathe
I'm from a place where spills and stains
Filled with drug deals and
Yeagas gold grills and thangs
Drink up, fill ya tanks, spill ya
Nappy, dawg, untamed
Southern slang,
We sendin' slugs through ya
(Fuck you know, good)
And all my thugs, for the

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2]
[Fish
A cat, with a pimp hat
Cup Gin-Jack
Dreaded out, up deuces
When I'm out
it up and bet it out, 5-0-4
Throw the up and set it out
Real niggaz doubt
Swerve to the calico, give me a of that
Make it 2 of that, a tip, flush a Optimo
the change, got to go
Flirt, tryna dirty
Georgia-bred, you can tell by my jersey
Hit me up if you get off
Then I dap out, so
Yo actin' mo' mean
Napped-out, momma me "What's all that 'bout?"
Say I got big plans, look but mapped-out
boy with country game
Never nothin' lame
Get paid to rap, still a dap like ain't nothin'
My shit stay Nappy, split ends happy
Bad threads must've from his pappy

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