Luyện nghe bài hát Country Boyz

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

This nigga no games my Hanes tee shirt, with a pic and roll chain
Doo-rag, heavy '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 no brand new Cartel
Brandon lemme get them keys to the
Represent for the M I L, the A T L, the
smokin' that smackdown, keep myself a little half pound
You me, still 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 grown
Stay high, play shy, least till I can get home wit 'em
whattchu thinkin'? Whattchu drinkin'? Thinkin' it is what it ain't
I can't be trickin', so don't be trippin', I can't when I can't, come on

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

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

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

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

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

Go down to the country, you wanna go back
grills in front of the 'Lac
Guns roll so fast put one in my
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, like some of these you find
Don't you to shine, right yea

the side and nine to nine
Roll around here somethin' sell mine
Lord know but I got a dime early
Got me feelin' to', now my Eggo's
See I'm a country boy, the door
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 chife and I got my ride, fool, I'm to ride
For my I'ma bring it to you dead or alive
that's fo sho' ya betta know that
You a hoe, ya betta show that
Got a lil' spot 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 know fa sho' it's 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, 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 What's fuckin' wit that?
Every on dubs, what's fuckin' wit that?
Jodi-Bodi, strip clubs, fuckin' wit that?
Roots, hey dawg, what's fuckin' wit that?
What's fuckin' wit that? What's wit that?