Luyện nghe bài hát Country Boyz

We just some country boys, country walk, country
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' jumpin' off

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

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

We some country boys, country walk, country talk
Don't bring it round here 'less ya fa sho' it's jumpin' off
We just some boys, country walk, country talk
Don't it round 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 that
for the five dollar pancake, front-back side to side
Them polly boy, Cadillac, cat sick in the multi-color
All clean inches at the seam plenty chickens
Get the green spit the at the Beam shit 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,
Can't hate, what a nigga make, of enemies
in my face but they really ain't no friend to me
Can't wait, send em eight nine milli-mee
Aww hell naw, y'all niggaz ain't me!
Colt 45 everytime Billy D
Ninety-five [Incomprehensible] leave Tennessee
Quarter pound with the fuckin wit my memory

We just some country boys, country walk, talk
Don't it round here 'less ya know 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

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

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

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

Fuck yo life, my chife and I got my ride, fool, I'm ready to ride
For my yeggaz bring it to you dead or alive
Yeah that's fo sho' ya know that
You a nasty hoe, ya betta 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, talk
Don't bring it round here 'less ya fa sho' it's jumpin' off
We just some country boys, country walk, talk
Don't bring it here 'less ya know fa sho' it's jumpin' off

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