Luyện nghe bài hát No Good

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

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

1]
[Skinny
My yeaga like one of them days
I got a Franklin in my pocket, this lint like a slave
And 20 cent to my name, tryna make crime pay
spent, Ben gone, left 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
the page, flip 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, that
Mashed-out, Fleetwood, Cadillac, South
Woodgrain, Pure Grain, it in and let it out
Bouncin' like a bunny hunny, tell the set it out
Get in we fit in, we gon' try our best to sell it out

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

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

Check,
My mic vocals, is like
Fetch the billfold that my is in
And purchase a nickel to help me breathe
I'm from a place where blood spills and
Filled with drug and gangs
with gold grills and thangs
Drink up, fill ya tanks, ya drinks
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 cool cat, with a hat
Cup fulla
out, throwin up deuces
When I'm out
Slice it up and bet it out,
Throw the up and set it out
Real never doubt
Swerve to the calico, me a deuce 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 honey mo' mean
Napped-out, momma asking me "What's all 'bout?"
Say I got big plans, look but mapped-out
Country boy with game
spittin' nothin' lame
Get paid to rap, a dap like ain't nothin' changed
My shit stay Nappy, split ends stay
Bad threads came from his pappy

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