Luyện nghe bài hát Country Boyz

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

nigga no games with my Hanes tee shirt, with a pic and roll chain
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 brown
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' that smackdown, keep myself a half pound
You know me, still in the cut, on the back po'ch Jig it up
Black folks livin' it up, court next week not givin a fuck!

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

We just some country boys, country walk, country
Don't bring it round here 'less ya fa sho' 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

Nigga hooked it up, the waitress from the IHop
but the grits, steak, and egg with that
Waitin for the dollar pancake, front-back side to side
Them polly 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 shit done
muh'fucker, what y'all niggaz do for cream
Never knock the scheme, only what the cheddar bring

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

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

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

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

From the side and to nine
Roll around here somethin' tryna sell
Lord know but I got a dime time
Got me to', now my Eggo's cold
See I'm a boy, close the door
Clinton and Gore, y'all warned
Guns and more, hit the floor
Them yeggaz want ya 'coz they 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 ya betta know that
You a nasty hoe, ya betta show
Got a quiet lil' we can go at
And if you ain't wit that, we can show you the doe at

We just some country boys, walk, country talk
bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' 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, fuckin' wit that?
String pork chops, what's fuckin' wit that?
Dime sack with the gnac, fuckin' wit that?
What's fuckin' with that? fuckin' wit that?
Every Chevy on dubs, what's fuckin' wit
Jodi-Bodi, strip clubs, fuckin' wit that?
Nappy Roots, hey dawg, what's wit that?
What's fuckin' wit that? fuckin' wit that?