Luyện nghe bài hát Country Boyz

We just some country boys, country walk, 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 round here 'less ya fa sho' it's jumpin' off

This nigga no games my Hanes tee shirt, with a pic and roll chain
Doo-rag, heavy blue 'Lac , 85 South, don't drive it too
My niggaz don't roll no billies, get a big box of them brown
We don't want no brand new
Brandon lemme get keys to the Cutlass
Represent for the M I L, the A T L, the
Stay smokin' smackdown, keep myself a little half pound
You know me, 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? Grown standin, rap to them grown women
Stay high, we'll shy, least till I can get home wit 'em
Shorty 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 here 'less ya know fa sho' it's jumpin' off
We some country boys, country walk, country talk
Don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' it's off

Nigga hooked it up, like the waitress from the
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 twenty inches at the plenty chickens
Get the green the swishers at the Beam shit done seem
Craziest muh'fucker, y'all niggaz do for cream
Never knock the hustle scheme, only the cheddar bring

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

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

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

Go down to the country, you wanna go back
grills in front of the 'Lac
Guns roll so put one in my back
Plus a country boys wit gats
You don't want none a
Keep my right beside me, at all times
'Coz I be in the line, some of these niggaz 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 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 they 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 ya betta know that
You a nasty hoe, ya 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 country boys, country walk, country talk
Don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' it's off
We some country 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?
Dime sack with the gnac, what's fuckin' wit
What's fuckin' that? What's fuckin' wit that?
Every on dubs, what's fuckin' wit that?
Jodi-Bodi, strip clubs, what's fuckin' wit
Nappy Roots, hey dawg, fuckin' wit that?
fuckin' wit that? What's fuckin' wit that?