Luyện nghe bài hát Country Boyz

We just some country boys, country walk, country
Don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' jumpin' off
We just country boys, country walk, country talk
bring it round here 'less 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 'Lac , 85 South, don't it too fast
My niggaz roll no billies, get a big box of them brown Dutches
We want no brand new Cartel
Brandon lemme get them to the Cutlass
for the M I L, the A T L, the Macktown
Stay that smackdown, keep myself a little half pound
You know me, still in the cut, on the back po'ch Jig it up
Black folks just it up, court next week not givin a fuck!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the side and nine to nine
Roll here somethin' tryna sell mine
Lord know but I got a early time
Got me feelin' to', now my cold
See I'm a country boy, close the
and Gore, y'all been warned
Guns and more, hit the floor
Them yeggaz want ya 'coz they in with them laws

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

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, walk, country talk
Don't bring it round here ya know fa sho' it's jumpin' off

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