Luyện nghe bài hát Country Boyz

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

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

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

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

Nigga hooked it up, like the from the IHop
Nothin but the grits, steak, and egg that
for the five dollar pancake, front-back side to side
Them polly boy, Cadillac, cat sick in the multi-color
All clean twenty inches at the seam plenty
Get the green spit the swishers at the Beam shit seem
Craziest muh'fucker, what y'all niggaz do for
knock the hustle scheme, only what the cheddar bring

Hate, fake-niggaz, hoes, envy, greed,
hate, what a nigga make, type of enemies
Smilin' in my face but they really 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] leave through
Quarter pound the chron' fuckin wit my memory

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

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

Go down to the country, you won't wanna go
Vertical in front of the 'Lac
Guns so fast put one in my back
Plus a buncha boys wit gats
You don't want a that
Keep my nine beside me, at all times
'Coz I be in the line, like some of these niggaz you
want you to shine, right yea

From the and nine to nine
Roll around here somethin' tryna sell
know but I got a dime early time
Got me feelin' to', now my cold
See I'm a country boy, close the
Clinton and Gore, y'all warned
Guns and more, better hit the
Them want 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 yeggaz I'ma bring it to you dead or
that's fo sho' ya betta know that
You a nasty hoe, ya betta show
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 here 'less ya know fa sho' it's jumpin' off
We some country 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, what's wit that?
sack 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, what's wit that?
Nappy Roots, hey dawg, fuckin' wit that?
What's fuckin' wit that? What's fuckin' wit