Luyện nghe bài hát No Good

[B
Yooooo!
I Yooooo!
For all them industry haters that said we do it...
This for my thug street yeagas!
You we gon'

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

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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, tryna this crime pay
Money spent, Ben gone, left me the Hamil-ton
Window tint, ol' song
Lincoln on a sack, the fifty-dat
my song, Get drunk, get it crunk
Country-fried, pack a
tight, Volume 2 off in the trunk, bump
In a slump, head-shot got me like a gauge
the page, flip the script
Hit the script jump, shorty with the
In the hatchback, ass fat
Nickel bag of funk, caught a skunk in a rat
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 it hot for 'em, feel the flames
Who separate the from lames
Yeaga be his name
(Where you from?)
The Ville, LaGrange, to Mills and
Look how far Louisville's came!
Now break it

I like my fat
And my weed
And my liquor
And my hens
With they panties
And a that keep my yeagas bouncin, bouncin, bouncin, bouncin

Check,
My mic vocals, is choke-holds
Fetch the billfold that my is in
And purchase a nickel to me breathe again
I'm from a where blood spills and stains
Filled with drug deals and
Yeagas gold grills and thangs
up, fill ya tanks, spill ya drinks
It's Nappy, dawg,
slang, unchanged
We sendin' through ya brain
(Fuck you know, good)
And all my thugs, for the

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[Fish
A cat, with a pimp hat
Cup fulla
Dreaded out, throwin up
I'm headed out
Slice it up and bet it out,
Throw the up and set it out
Real niggaz never
Swerve to the calico, give me a deuce of
Make it 2 of that, a tip, flush a Optimo
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 actin' mo' mean
Napped-out, momma asking me "What's all 'bout?"
Say I got big plans, look but mapped-out
boy with country game
Never nothin' lame
Get paid to rap, still a dap ain't nothin' changed
My shit stay Nappy, split ends stay
Bad threads must've came from his

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