Luyện nghe bài hát No Good

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

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

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[Skinny
My yeaga lookin like one of days
I got a Franklin in my pocket, with lint like a slave
And 20 cent to my name, tryna make this pay
spent, Ben gone, left me with the Hamil-ton
Window tint, ol' song
on a sack, with 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, head-shot got me like a gauge
Turn the page, the script
Hit the script jump, shorty with the
In the hatchback, ass fat
bag of funk, caught a skunk in a rat trap
Sat back, hit it once, hit it twice, pass
Mashed-out, Fleetwood, Cadillac, headed
Woodgrain, Pure Grain, 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
be Stille's his name
(Where you from?)
The Ville, LaGrange, to and Fane
how far Louisville's done came!
Now it down

I my pockets fat
And my green
And my liquor
And my clean
With panties down
And a beat that keep my yeagas bouncin, bouncin, bouncin,

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

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[Fish
A cool cat, a pimp hat
Cup fulla
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, give me a of that
it 2 of that, pack a tip, flush a Optimo
the change, got to go
Flirt, talk 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, momma asking me "What's all 'bout?"
Say I got big plans, look slim but
Country boy with game
Never nothin' lame
Get paid to rap, still a dap like nothin' changed
My shit stay Nappy, ends stay happy
Bad threads must've came his pappy

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