Luyện nghe bài hát Country Boyz

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

This no games with my Hanes tee shirt, with a pic and roll chain
Doo-rag, heavy blue 'Lac , 85 South, drive it too fast
My niggaz don't no billies, get a big box of them brown Dutches
We want no brand new Cartel
Brandon lemme get keys to the Cutlass
Represent for the M I L, the A T L, the
Stay that smackdown, keep myself a little half pound
You know me, still in the cut, on the back po'ch Jig it up
Black folks just livin' it up, next week not givin a fuck!

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

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

Nigga hooked it up, the waitress from the IHop
but the grits, steak, and egg with that
Waitin for the five dollar pancake, front-back to side
Them polly boy, Cadillac, cat sick in the multi-color
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 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, of enemies
Smilin' in my face but really ain't no friend to me
Can't wait, em eight straight nine milli-mee
Aww hell naw, y'all ain't feelin' me!
Colt 45 like Billy D
Ninety-five [Incomprehensible] leave through
pound with the chron' fuckin wit my memory

We some country boys, country walk, country talk
Don't bring it round 'less ya know fa sho' it's jumpin' off
We some country boys, country walk, country talk
Don't bring it round here ya know fa sho' it's jumpin' 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 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, what's fuckin' wit
What's fuckin' wit What's fuckin' wit that?

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

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

Fuck yo life, buck my chife and I got my ride, fool, I'm ready to
For my yeggaz bring it to you dead or alive
Yeah that's fo ya betta 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 ya know 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

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