Luyện nghe bài hát Country Boyz

We some country boys, country walk, country talk
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

This nigga no games with my Hanes tee shirt, with a pic and roll
Doo-rag, heavy blue 'Lac , 85 South, don't it too fast
My niggaz roll no billies, get a big box of them brown Dutches
We don't want no 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 me, still in the cut, on the back po'ch Jig drillin' it up
Black folks livin' it up, court next week not givin a fuck!

up? Grown standin, only rap to them grown women
Stay high, we'll shy, least till I can get home 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 some 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, country walk, talk
Don't bring it round here 'less ya 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, front-back to side
Them polly country boy, Cadillac, cat in the multi-color
All clean twenty inches at the plenty chickens
Get the green spit the swishers at the Beam done seem
Craziest muh'fucker, what niggaz do for cream
knock the hustle scheme, only what the cheddar bring

Hate, fake-niggaz, hoes, envy, greed,
Can't hate, what a nigga make, of enemies
Smilin' in my but they really ain't no friend to me
wait, send em eight straight nine milli-mee
Aww naw, y'all niggaz ain't feelin' me!
Colt 45 everytime Billy D
Ninety-five leave through Tennessee
Quarter pound the chron' fuckin wit my memory

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

Peanut butter, rag-tops, fuckin' wit that?
String beans pork chops, fuckin' wit that?
Dime sack with the gnac, what's fuckin' wit
What's with that? What's fuckin' wit that?
Every Chevy on dubs, fuckin' wit that?
Jodi-Bodi, strip clubs, fuckin' wit that?
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 of the 'Lac
Guns so fast put one in my back
Plus a country boys wit gats
You don't want a that
Keep my right beside me, at all times
I be in the line, like some of these niggaz you find
Don't you to shine, right yea

From the side and to nine
Roll here somethin' tryna sell mine
Lord know but I got a dime time
Got me to', now my Eggo's cold
See I'm a country boy, the door
Clinton and Gore, been warned
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 I'ma bring it to you dead or
Yeah that's fo sho' ya know that
You a hoe, ya betta show that
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 country boys, country walk, talk
Don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa it's jumpin' off
We just some country boys, walk, country talk
Don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' jumpin' off

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