Luyện nghe bài hát Country Boyz

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

This nigga no with my Hanes tee shirt, with a pic and roll chain
Doo-rag, heavy blue 'Lac , 85 South, don't it too fast
My niggaz don't no billies, get a big box of them brown Dutches
We don't no brand new Cartel
lemme get them 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 know me, still in the cut, on the back po'ch Jig it up
Black folks just livin' it up, court next week not 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
Shorty whattchu thinkin'? Whattchu drinkin'? Thinkin' it is it ain't
I can't be trickin', so don't be trippin', I can't when I can't, come on

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 ya know fa sho' it's jumpin' off

Nigga hooked it up, like the from the IHop
Nothin but the grits, steak, and egg with
Waitin for the five pancake, front-back side to side
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 shit done
Craziest muh'fucker, what y'all do for cream
Never knock the hustle scheme, only what the cheddar

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

We some country boys, country walk, country talk
bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' 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

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

Go down to the country, you won't wanna go
Vertical grills in of the 'Lac
roll so fast put one in my back
Plus a buncha country boys wit
You don't none a that
Keep my nine right beside me, at all
'Coz I be in the line, like of these niggaz you find
Don't want you to shine, yea

From the and nine to nine
Roll here somethin' tryna sell mine
know but I got a dime early time
Got me to', now my Eggo's cold
See I'm a boy, close the door
Clinton and Gore, y'all been
Guns and more, better hit the
Them yeggaz want ya 'coz they 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 sho' ya know that
You a nasty hoe, ya betta show
Got a quiet spot we can go at
And if you ain't wit that, we can you where the doe at

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

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