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

nigga no games with 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 them Dutches
We don't no brand new Cartel
Brandon lemme get them to the Cutlass
for the M I L, the A T L, the Macktown
Stay smokin' smackdown, keep myself a little half pound
You know me, still in the cut, on the back Jig drillin' it up
Black folks livin' it up, court next week not givin a fuck!

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

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

hooked 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
polly country boy, Cadillac, cat sick in the multi-color
All clean inches 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 knock the hustle scheme, only the cheddar bring

Hate, fake-niggaz, hoes, envy, greed,
Can't hate, 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, y'all ain't feelin' me!
Colt 45 everytime Billy D
Ninety-five [Incomprehensible] leave Tennessee
Quarter pound the chron' fuckin wit my memory

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

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

Go to the country, you won't wanna go back
grills in front of the 'Lac
Guns so fast put one in my back
Plus a buncha boys wit gats
You want 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 around here somethin' sell mine
Lord know but I got a dime time
Got me to', now my Eggo's cold
See I'm a country boy, the door
Clinton and Gore, y'all warned
and more, better 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 yeggaz I'ma bring it to you dead or
Yeah that's fo sho' ya betta know
You a nasty hoe, ya betta show
Got a quiet lil' we can go at
And if you wit that, we can show you where the doe at

We just some country boys, walk, country talk
Don't bring it round here 'less ya fa sho' it's jumpin' off
We just some country boys, country walk, country
Don't bring it round 'less 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 sack with the gnac, what's fuckin' wit
What's fuckin' with that? fuckin' wit that?
Every Chevy on dubs, what's fuckin' wit
Jodi-Bodi, clubs, what's fuckin' wit that?
Nappy Roots, hey dawg, fuckin' wit that?
What's fuckin' wit that? fuckin' wit that?