Luyện nghe bài hát Country Boyz

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

nigga 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 Dutches
We don't no brand new Cartel
Brandon get them 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, still in the cut, on the back po'ch Jig 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, least till I can get wit 'em
Shorty whattchu thinkin'? Whattchu drinkin'? Thinkin' it is it ain't
I can't be trickin', so be trippin', thinkin' I can't when I can't, come on

We some country boys, country walk, country talk
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 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 polly boy, Cadillac, cat sick in the multi-color
All clean twenty inches at the plenty chickens
Get the green spit the swishers at the Beam done seem
Craziest muh'fucker, what niggaz do for cream
Never knock the hustle scheme, what the cheddar 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, send em eight nine milli-mee
Aww hell naw, niggaz ain't feelin' me!
Colt 45 everytime like D
Ninety-five [Incomprehensible] leave Tennessee
pound with 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 country boys, walk, country talk
bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' it's jumpin' off

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

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

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

Fuck yo life, buck my chife and I got my ride, fool, I'm ready to
For my I'ma bring it to you dead or alive
Yeah that's fo sho' ya betta 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 some country boys, country walk, country talk
bring 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 'less ya know fa sho' it's off

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