Luyện nghe bài hát Country Boyz

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

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
lemme get them keys to the Cutlass
Represent for the M I L, the A T L, the
Stay smokin' that smackdown, keep myself a little pound
You me, still in the cut, on the back po'ch Jig drillin' it up
Black folks just livin' it up, court next not givin a fuck!

What's up? Grown standin, only rap to them women
Stay high, we'll play shy, 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 some country boys, walk, country talk
bring it round here '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

Nigga hooked it up, like the waitress the IHop
but the grits, steak, and egg with that
Waitin for the five dollar pancake, side to side
polly country boy, Cadillac, cat sick in the multi-color
All clean inches at the seam plenty chickens
Get the green spit the swishers at the Beam shit done
Craziest muh'fucker, what y'all do for cream
Never the hustle 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 ain't no friend to me
Can't wait, send em eight straight milli-mee
Aww hell naw, niggaz ain't feelin' me!
Colt 45 everytime Billy D
Ninety-five leave through Tennessee
pound with the chron' fuckin wit my memory

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

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

From the side and to nine
Roll around somethin' tryna sell mine
know but I got a dime early time
Got me feelin' to', now my Eggo's
See I'm a boy, close the door
Clinton and Gore, y'all been
Guns and more, better hit the
Them yeggaz 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 I'ma bring it to you or alive
Yeah that's fo sho' ya betta know
You a hoe, ya betta show that
Got a lil' spot 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
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 fa sho' it's jumpin' off

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