Luyện nghe bài hát Country Boyz

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

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

What's up? Grown standin, only rap to grown women
Stay high, we'll play shy, least till I can get wit 'em
whattchu thinkin'? Whattchu drinkin'? Thinkin' it is what it ain't
I can't be trickin', so don't be trippin', thinkin' I when I can't, come on

We just country boys, country walk, country talk
Don't it round here 'less ya know fa sho' it's jumpin' off
We just country boys, country walk, country 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, front-back side to
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 shit done
Craziest muh'fucker, what y'all niggaz do for
Never knock the hustle scheme, what the cheddar 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 straight nine milli-mee
Aww hell naw, y'all niggaz 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, country
Don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' it's off
We just some country boys, walk, country talk
Don't it round here 'less ya know fa sho' it's jumpin' off

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

Go down to the country, you wanna go back
Vertical grills in front of the
Guns roll so put one in my back
Plus a buncha country 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
Don't want you to shine, yea

From the side and to nine
Roll around here tryna 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
and Gore, y'all been warned
Guns and more, hit the floor
Them yeggaz want ya 'coz comin' in with them laws

Fuck yo life, my chife and I got my ride, fool, I'm ready to ride
For my yeggaz I'ma it to you dead or alive
Yeah that's fo ya betta know that
You a nasty hoe, ya betta 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 country boys, country walk, country talk
Don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' it's 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, what's fuckin' wit
String beans chops, what's fuckin' wit that?
Dime sack with the gnac, what's wit that?
What's fuckin' with that? What's fuckin' wit
Every Chevy on dubs, fuckin' wit that?
Jodi-Bodi, strip clubs, what's fuckin' wit
Roots, hey dawg, what's fuckin' wit that?
What's wit that? What's fuckin' wit that?