Luyện nghe bài hát Country Boyz

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

nigga no games with my Hanes tee shirt, with a pic and roll chain
Doo-rag, heavy 'Lac , 85 South, don't drive it too fast
My niggaz don't roll no billies, get a big box of brown Dutches
We want no brand new Cartel
lemme get them 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 Jig drillin' it up
Black folks livin' it up, court next week not givin a fuck!

What's up? Grown standin, only rap to grown women
high, we'll play shy, least till I can get home wit 'em
Shorty whattchu thinkin'? Whattchu drinkin'? it is what it ain't
I can't be trickin', so don't be trippin', thinkin' I can't 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 just some boys, country walk, country talk
Don't bring it here 'less ya know fa sho' it's jumpin' off

Nigga hooked it up, like the waitress the IHop
Nothin but the grits, steak, and egg that
Waitin for the five dollar pancake, side to side
polly country 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 what the bring

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

We just some country boys, country walk, country
bring it round here 'less 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

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

Go down to the country, you wanna go back
Vertical grills in of the 'Lac
Guns roll so put one in my back
Plus a buncha country wit gats
You want none a that
Keep my nine right me, at all times
'Coz I be in the line, like of these niggaz you find
want you to shine, right yea

From the side and nine to
around here somethin' tryna sell mine
Lord know but I got a dime early
Got me feelin' to', now my Eggo's
See I'm a country boy, the door
Clinton and Gore, been warned
and more, better hit the floor
Them yeggaz want ya 'coz they comin' in with them

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 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 some country boys, country walk, country talk
Don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa 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

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