Luyện nghe bài hát No Good

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

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

1]
[Skinny
My yeaga lookin like one of them
I got a Franklin in my pocket, with lint like a slave
And 20 cent to my name, tryna this crime 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, pack a
Erything tight, 2 off in the trunk, bump
In a slump, head-shot got me like a gauge
Turn the page, the script
Hit the script jump, shorty the dump
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
Bouncin' a bunny hunny, tell the shorty set it out
Get in where we fit in, we gon' try our best to it out

2x]

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

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

Check,
My mic vocals, is like
the billfold that my cheese is in
And purchase a nickel to help me breathe
I'm a place where blood spills and stains
with drug deals and gangs
Yeagas with gold grills and
up, fill 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

2x]

2]
[Fish
A cool cat, with a hat
Cup fulla
Dreaded out, up deuces
When I'm out
it up and bet it out, 5-0-4
Throw the up and set it out
Real never doubt
Swerve to the calico, give me a of that
Make it 2 of that, a tip, flush a Optimo
the change, got to go
Flirt, tryna talk
Georgia-bred, you can by my Hawk jersey
Hit me up if you get off
I dap out, so clean
Yo honey 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 stay Nappy, split stay happy
Bad threads must've from his pappy

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