Luyện nghe bài hát Country Boyz

We just some country boys, walk, country talk
Don't bring it here 'less ya know fa sho' it's jumpin' off
We just some country boys, country walk, talk
Don't bring it round here ya know fa sho' it's jumpin' off

This nigga no games with my Hanes tee shirt, with a pic and roll
Doo-rag, heavy blue , 85 South, don't drive it too fast
My don't roll no billies, get a big box of them brown Dutches
We don't want no new Cartel
Brandon lemme get them to the Cutlass
Represent for the M I L, the A T L, the
Stay that smackdown, keep myself a little half pound
You know me, still in the cut, on the back Jig drillin' it up
Black just livin' it up, court next week not givin a fuck!

What's up? standin, only rap to them grown women
Stay high, play shy, least till I can get home wit 'em
Shorty whattchu thinkin'? Whattchu drinkin'? Thinkin' it is what it
I can't be trickin', so don't be trippin', thinkin' I can't I can't, come on

We just some boys, country walk, country talk
Don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' jumpin' off
We just some country boys, country walk, talk
Don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa it's jumpin' off

Nigga hooked it up, like the from the IHop
but the grits, steak, and egg with that
Waitin for the five pancake, front-back side to side
Them polly country boy, Cadillac, cat in the multi-color
All twenty inches at the seam plenty chickens
Get the green spit the swishers at the Beam done seem
Craziest muh'fucker, what y'all do for cream
Never knock the hustle scheme, only what the bring

Hate, fake-niggaz, hoes, envy, greed,
hate, what a nigga make, type of enemies
Smilin' in my face but they ain't no friend to me
Can't wait, em eight straight nine milli-mee
Aww hell naw, niggaz ain't feelin' me!
Colt 45 everytime like D
Ninety-five [Incomprehensible] through Tennessee
Quarter pound with the fuckin wit my memory

We just country boys, country walk, country talk
Don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa it's jumpin' off
We just some boys, country walk, country talk
Don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa it's jumpin' off

Peanut butter, rag-tops, what's fuckin' wit
String beans pork chops, fuckin' wit that?
Dime sack with the gnac, what's wit that?
What's fuckin' with that? What's wit that?
Every Chevy on dubs, what's fuckin' wit
Jodi-Bodi, clubs, what's fuckin' wit that?
Nappy Roots, hey dawg, fuckin' wit that?
What's wit that? What's fuckin' wit that?

Go to the country, you won't wanna go back
Vertical in front of the 'Lac
Guns so fast put one in my back
Plus a buncha boys wit gats
You don't want none a
my nine right beside me, at all times
'Coz I be in the line, like some of niggaz you find
Don't you to shine, right yea

From the and nine to nine
Roll here somethin' tryna sell mine
Lord know but I got a dime early
Got me to', now my Eggo's cold
See I'm a country boy, the door
Clinton and Gore, y'all been
and more, better hit the floor
Them yeggaz ya 'coz they comin' in with them laws

Fuck yo life, buck my chife and I got my ride, fool, I'm to ride
For my I'ma bring it to you dead or alive
Yeah that's fo ya betta know that
You a hoe, ya betta show that
Got a quiet spot we can go at
And if you wit that, we can show you where the doe at

We just country boys, country walk, country talk
Don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' jumpin' off
We just some boys, country walk, country talk
Don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa it's jumpin' off

butter, rag-tops, what's fuckin' wit that?
String beans chops, what's fuckin' wit that?
Dime sack with the gnac, what's fuckin' wit
fuckin' with that? What's fuckin' wit that?
Every Chevy on dubs, what's fuckin' wit
Jodi-Bodi, strip clubs, fuckin' wit that?
Roots, hey dawg, what's fuckin' wit that?
What's fuckin' wit that? What's fuckin' wit