Luyện nghe bài hát No Good

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

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

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[Skinny
My yeaga like one of them days
I got a in my pocket, with this lint like a slave
And 20 cent to my name, tryna this crime pay
Money spent, Ben gone, me with the Hamil-ton
Window tint, same ol'
on a sack, with the fifty-dat
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 a gauge
Turn the page, the script
Hit the jump, shorty with the dump
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, Pure Grain, it in and let it out
Bouncin' like a bunny hunny, the shorty set it out
Get in where we fit in, we try our best to sell it out

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[B
We it hot for 'em, feel the flames
Who separate the real lames
Yeaga be his name
(Where you from?)
The Ville, LaGrange, to Mills and
Look how far done came!
Now break it

I like my fat
And my green
And my brown
And my clean
With they panties
And a beat that keep my yeagas 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 where blood spills and
Filled with drug and gangs
Yeagas gold grills and thangs
Drink up, ya tanks, spill ya drinks
It's Nappy, dawg,
Southern slang,
We sendin' through ya brain
(Fuck you know, good)
And all my thugs, for the

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[Fish
A cool cat, with a 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 never 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, talk dirty
Georgia-bred, you can tell by my jersey
Hit me up if you get off
I dap out, so clean
Yo honey actin' mo'
Napped-out, asking me "What's all that 'bout?"
Say I got big plans, look slim but
boy with country game
Never spittin' nothin'
Get paid to rap, still a dap like nothin' changed
My shit stay Nappy, split ends happy
Bad threads must've came his pappy

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