Luyện nghe bài hát Country Boyz

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

This no games with my Hanes tee shirt, with a pic and roll chain
Doo-rag, heavy blue 'Lac , 85 South, don't drive it too
My don't roll no billies, get a big box of them brown Dutches
We want no brand new Cartel
Brandon lemme get them keys to the
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 just it up, court next week not givin a fuck!

up? Grown standin, only rap to them grown women
Stay high, we'll play shy, least I can get home wit 'em
Shorty whattchu thinkin'? Whattchu drinkin'? Thinkin' it is 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 boys, country walk, country talk
Don't bring it here 'less ya know 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 it up, like the waitress from the IHop
Nothin but the grits, steak, and egg with
Waitin for the five dollar pancake, front-back side to
Them country boy, Cadillac, cat sick in the multi-color
All clean twenty inches at the seam plenty
Get the green the swishers at the Beam shit done seem
muh'fucker, what y'all niggaz do for cream
Never knock the hustle scheme, what the cheddar bring

Hate, fake-niggaz, hoes, envy, greed,
Can't hate, a nigga 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 like D
Ninety-five [Incomprehensible] leave through
pound with the chron' fuckin wit my memory

We just some 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 it round here 'less ya know fa sho' it's jumpin' off

butter, rag-tops, what's fuckin' wit that?
String beans chops, what's fuckin' wit that?
Dime sack with the gnac, fuckin' wit that?
What's fuckin' with What's fuckin' wit that?
Every Chevy on dubs, 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 wanna go back
Vertical grills in front of the
Guns so fast put one in my back
Plus a country boys wit gats
You don't want a that
Keep my nine right beside me, at all
'Coz I be in the line, some of these niggaz you find
want you to shine, right yea

From the side and nine to
Roll around here tryna sell mine
Lord but I got a dime early time
Got me feelin' to', now my Eggo's
See I'm a boy, close the door
and Gore, y'all been warned
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 I'ma bring it to you dead or alive
Yeah that's fo ya betta 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 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 it's jumpin' off

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