Luyện nghe bài hát Country Boyz

We just country boys, country walk, country talk
Don't bring it round here 'less ya fa sho' it's jumpin' off
We just some country boys, walk, country talk
Don't bring it round '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 blue 'Lac , 85 South, don't drive it too
My don't roll no billies, get a big box of them brown Dutches
We don't no brand new Cartel
Brandon lemme get keys to the Cutlass
Represent for the M I L, the A T L, the
smokin' that smackdown, keep myself a little half pound
You know me, still in the cut, on the po'ch Jig drillin' it up
Black just livin' it up, court next week not givin a fuck!

What's up? Grown standin, only rap to them women
Stay high, we'll play shy, least till I can get wit 'em
Shorty whattchu thinkin'? Whattchu 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 just some country boys, country walk, talk
Don't bring it round here ya know fa sho' it's jumpin' off
We some country boys, country walk, country talk
Don't bring it round 'less ya know fa sho' it's jumpin' off

Nigga hooked it up, like the from the IHop
Nothin but the grits, steak, and egg that
Waitin for the five dollar pancake, front-back side to
Them polly country boy, Cadillac, cat sick in the
All twenty inches at the seam plenty chickens
Get the green spit the swishers at the Beam done seem
Craziest muh'fucker, what y'all niggaz do for
knock the hustle scheme, only what the cheddar bring

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

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

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

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

From the side and to nine
Roll around here tryna sell mine
Lord know but I got a early time
Got me feelin' to', now my Eggo's
See I'm a boy, close the door
Clinton and Gore, y'all warned
Guns and more, hit the floor
Them want ya 'coz they comin' in with them laws

Fuck yo life, buck my 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 betta that
You a nasty hoe, ya show that
Got a quiet spot we can go at
And if you wit that, we can show you where the doe at

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

butter, rag-tops, what's fuckin' wit that?
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, fuckin' wit that?
Nappy Roots, hey dawg, what's wit that?
What's fuckin' wit that? What's fuckin' wit