Luyện nghe bài hát Country Boyz

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

This nigga no games with my Hanes tee shirt, with a pic and chain
Doo-rag, heavy blue 'Lac , 85 South, don't drive it too
My niggaz roll no billies, get a big box of them brown 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' that smackdown, keep myself a little half
You know me, still in the cut, on the back Jig drillin' it up
Black folks just 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'? drinkin'? Thinkin' it is what it ain't
I can't be trickin', so be trippin', thinkin' I can't when I can't, come on

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

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

Hate, fake-niggaz, hoes, envy, greed,
Can't hate, a nigga make, type 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 feelin' me!
Colt 45 everytime like D
[Incomprehensible] leave through Tennessee
Quarter pound with the 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 some country boys, country walk, country talk
Don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' jumpin' off

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

Go down to the country, you wanna go back
Vertical in front of the 'Lac
Guns roll so put one in my back
Plus a buncha boys wit gats
You want none a that
Keep my nine right me, at all times
'Coz I be in the line, like some of niggaz you find
Don't want you to shine, yea

From the and nine to nine
Roll around here somethin' tryna sell
Lord but I got a dime early time
Got me feelin' to', now my cold
See I'm a boy, close the door
Clinton and Gore, y'all warned
Guns and more, better hit the
yeggaz want ya 'coz 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
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 ain't wit that, we can you where the doe at

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

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