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

This nigga no games with my Hanes tee shirt, with a pic and roll
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 want no new Cartel
Brandon lemme get keys 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 po'ch Jig drillin' it up
Black folks livin' it up, court next week not givin a fuck!

What's up? Grown standin, only rap to them grown
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 be trippin', thinkin' I can't when I can't, come on

We just some boys, country walk, country talk
Don't 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

Nigga hooked it up, the waitress from the IHop
Nothin but the grits, steak, and egg that
Waitin for the five pancake, front-back side to side
polly country boy, Cadillac, cat sick in the multi-color
All clean twenty inches at the seam chickens
Get the green spit the swishers at the Beam done seem
Craziest muh'fucker, what niggaz do for cream
Never knock the scheme, only what the cheddar bring

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

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

Go to the country, you won't wanna go back
Vertical in front of the 'Lac
Guns roll so fast put one in my
Plus a buncha country wit gats
You don't want none a
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

From the side and 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
and Gore, y'all been warned
Guns and more, hit the floor
Them yeggaz want ya 'coz comin' in with them laws

yo life, buck my chife and I got my ride, fool, I'm ready to ride
For my yeggaz I'ma bring it to you dead or
Yeah that's fo sho' ya know 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 just some boys, country walk, country talk
Don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa 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

Peanut butter, rag-tops, what's fuckin' wit
String beans pork chops, what's fuckin' wit
Dime with the gnac, what's fuckin' wit that?
What's fuckin' with that? What's fuckin' wit
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 What's fuckin' wit that?