Luyện nghe bài hát Country Boyz

We just country boys, country walk, country talk
Don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' it's 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 my Hanes tee shirt, with a pic and roll chain
Doo-rag, heavy blue 'Lac , 85 South, drive it too fast
My don't roll no billies, get a big box of them brown Dutches
We don't want no brand new
Brandon lemme get keys to the Cutlass
for the M I L, the A T L, the Macktown
Stay smokin' that smackdown, keep myself a half pound
You me, still in the cut, on the back po'ch Jig drillin' it up
Black folks just livin' it up, next week not givin a fuck!

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

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

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

Hate, fake-niggaz, hoes, envy, greed,
Can't hate, what a nigga make, of enemies
Smilin' in my face but really ain't no friend to me
wait, send em eight straight nine milli-mee
Aww hell naw, y'all niggaz ain't me!
45 everytime like Billy D
Ninety-five leave through Tennessee
Quarter pound with the chron' wit my memory

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

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

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

the side and nine to nine
Roll around here 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, close the
Clinton and Gore, been warned
and more, better hit the floor
Them yeggaz want ya 'coz they comin' in with them

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 sho' ya know that
You a nasty hoe, ya show that
Got a quiet spot we can go at
And if you ain't wit that, we can show you the doe at

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

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