Luyện nghe bài hát Country Boyz

We just some country boys, country walk, talk
Don't bring it round 'less 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 sho' it's off

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

up? Grown standin, only rap to them grown 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 be trickin', so don't be trippin', thinkin' I can't when I can't, come on

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

Nigga it up, like the waitress from the IHop
Nothin but the grits, steak, and egg that
Waitin for the five dollar pancake, front-back side to
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 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 no friend to me
Can't wait, em eight straight nine milli-mee
Aww naw, y'all niggaz ain't feelin' me!
Colt 45 everytime Billy D
Ninety-five [Incomprehensible] leave through
Quarter with the chron' fuckin wit my memory

We just some country boys, country walk, 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 here 'less ya know fa sho' jumpin' off

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

Go down to the country, you won't wanna go
grills in front of the 'Lac
Guns roll so fast put one in my
Plus a buncha boys wit gats
You don't want a that
Keep my nine beside 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
Roll around here somethin' sell mine
know but I got a dime early time
Got me feelin' to', now my cold
See I'm a country boy, close the
Clinton and Gore, been warned
Guns and more, hit the floor
Them yeggaz want ya 'coz they in with them laws

Fuck yo life, buck my chife and I got my ride, fool, I'm to ride
For my yeggaz bring it to you dead or alive
Yeah that's fo sho' ya betta that
You a nasty hoe, ya show that
Got a lil' spot we can go at
And if you wit that, we can show 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 some country boys, country walk, country talk
Don't bring it round here 'less ya fa sho' it's jumpin' off

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