Luyện nghe bài hát No Good

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

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

1]
[Skinny
My yeaga lookin like one of days
I got a in my pocket, with this lint like a slave
And 20 cent to my name, tryna make crime pay
Money spent, Ben gone, me with the Hamil-ton
Window tint, ol' song
Lincoln on a sack, the fifty-dat
Bump my song, Get drunk, get it
Country-fried, pack a
tight, Volume 2 off in the trunk, bump
In a slump, head-shot got me pumped like a
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, 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 best to it out

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

I like my fat
And my green
And my brown
And my clean
With they panties
And a beat keep my yeagas bouncin, bouncin, bouncin, bouncin

Check,
My mic vocals, is choke-holds
Fetch the that my cheese is in
And purchase a nickel to me breathe again
I'm from a where blood spills and stains
with drug deals and gangs
Yeagas with gold and thangs
Drink up, fill ya tanks, ya drinks
It's Nappy, dawg,
slang, unchanged
We slugs through ya brain
(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, throwin up
When I'm out
it up and bet it out, 5-0-4
Throw the up and set it out
Real niggaz doubt
to the calico, give me a deuce of that
Make it 2 of that, pack a tip, flush a
the change, got to go
Flirt, talk dirty
Georgia-bred, you can by my Hawk jersey
Hit me up if you get off
I dap out, so clean
Yo honey actin' mo'
Napped-out, momma asking me "What's all 'bout?"
Say I got big plans, look slim but
Country boy country game
spittin' nothin' lame
Get paid to rap, still a dap like ain't nothin'
My shit stay Nappy, ends stay happy
Bad threads came from his pappy

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