Luyện nghe bài hát No Good

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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,
Nickel bag of funk'll make a yeaga sleep good
Yo' hood, my hood, tote heat, sho'
Folk round 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 this lint like a
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, with the
Bump my song, Get drunk, get it
Country-fried, a blunt
tight, Volume 2 off in the trunk, bump
In a slump, head-shot got me pumped a gauge
Turn the page, flip the
Hit the script jump, shorty 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
like a bunny hunny, tell the shorty set it out
Get in where we fit in, we try our best to sell it out

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

I my pockets fat
And my green
And my brown
And my hens
With they panties
And a beat that keep my yeagas bouncin, bouncin, bouncin,

Check,
My mic vocals, is like
Fetch the billfold my cheese is in
And purchase a nickel to help me breathe
I'm from a place blood spills and stains
Filled with drug deals and
Yeagas with grills and thangs
up, fill 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, a pimp hat
Cup Gin-Jack
Dreaded out, 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 deuce of
Make it 2 of that, pack a tip, flush a
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 me "What's all that 'bout?"
Say I got big plans, look slim but
Country boy with country
Never spittin' nothin'
Get paid to rap, still a dap ain't nothin' changed
My shit Nappy, split ends stay happy
Bad must've came from his pappy

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