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

This nigga no games with my Hanes tee shirt, with a pic and roll
Doo-rag, blue 'Lac , 85 South, don't drive it too fast
My niggaz 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 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, court next not givin a fuck!

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

We some country boys, country walk, country talk
Don't it round 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

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

Hate, fake-niggaz, hoes, envy, greed,
Can't hate, what a nigga make, type of
in my face but they really ain't no friend to me
Can't wait, send em eight straight nine
Aww hell naw, y'all ain't feelin' me!
Colt 45 like Billy D
Ninety-five leave through Tennessee
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 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

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

Go down to the country, you won't go back
grills in front of the 'Lac
Guns roll so put one in my back
Plus a buncha country wit gats
You don't none a that
Keep my nine right me, at all times
'Coz I be in the line, some of these niggaz you find
want you to shine, right yea

From the and nine to nine
Roll around here somethin' sell mine
Lord know but I got a dime time
Got me to', now my Eggo's cold
See I'm a country boy, close the
Clinton and Gore, y'all warned
Guns and more, hit the floor
Them yeggaz want ya they comin' in with them laws

Fuck yo life, buck my and I got my ride, fool, I'm ready to ride
For my yeggaz I'ma bring it to you or alive
Yeah that's fo sho' ya betta know
You a hoe, ya betta show that
Got a quiet lil' we can go at
And if you ain't wit that, we can you where the doe at

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

Peanut butter, rag-tops, what's fuckin' wit
String beans pork chops, what's 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?
Nappy Roots, hey dawg, what's fuckin' wit
What's fuckin' wit that? What's wit that?