Luyện nghe bài hát Country Cousins

Yo son, what the deal, son? What's hood, son?
The word is bond, shit is real, is real
Yo son, this is dead
Nigga need to go over here and pop off real
Yo, I gotta get that by all means
You know I'm sayin', son?

Growin' up in Brooklyn,
I thought that everybody this way
on Rakim and Run-DMC
So I thought that everybody 'Walked This

We fresh, we chill, we def, we ill
It's some things I was taught to say
And Saturday morning
I watched cartoons with a bowl of Flakes

The puberty came, hittin' them cuties with game
And the truancy
Started cuttin' in just class, I was all fast, I was new to game
to playin' on TV courtesy of video music box
Plus knew a lot of hustlas, goin' O.T., comin' back the new hip hop

Like E-40 holding the yay , N.W.A. in L.A.
OutKast from the A-Town, way in Houston, they play the UGK
I walk and talk kinda fast and thought of as a New York kinda
But New Yorkers got family in South and North Carolina

L.A. is little
They walk and they talk with a grammar
And you think everybody sound country
So they started callin' 'em

Down south where we buy them
Down where we sell them drugs
south where life is cheap
Where they to fill you with them slugs

It's nothin', I'm from New York but I got country
It's nothin', you stay connected by the slang you
Want it simply put? You rip me
When I spit for the set, everyone
I'ma king, nigga Pimp C free
Word up to my man Bun B,

nothin', I'm from New York but I got country cousins
It's nothin', you stay connected by the you bustin'
The things you bustin', the game you hustlin', the days you're
The flame you cuffin' and the lames you snuffin', name is nothin'

Growin' up in P.A., I knew out there talked like us
Nothin' but that county slang, what up, dog? What up,
Late night you see us guzzlin' 40's, menthols, and weed
on the back porch, gettin' zooted, feelin' fine indeed

Listenin' to Eric Band, Rakim or
Cool C and B, plus that Public Enemy
Not to mention N.W.A., DJ Quik and MC
Down we listen to it all, we didn't discriminate

Then along came Geto Boys, and the Royal Flush
Rap-A-Lot based out in Houston, represents for us
OG style, they cars, ditch that 4 and too trouble
Our squad is nigga, put it down for H-Town on the double

So I said it's to hustle, got down with my brother C
Put together UGK and shit, the is history
We make hits by the dozen, put it down when they we wasn't
Trust me it's nothin', just another day in the life for country

It's nothin', I'm from New York but I got country
It's nothin', you stay by the slang you bustin'
Want it simply You can't rip me
I spit for the set, everyone free
I'ma underground king, nigga C free
Word up to my man Bun B,

nothin', I'm from New York but I got country cousins
It's nothin', you stay by the slang you bustin'
The things you bustin', the game you hustlin', the days you're
The flame you cuffin' and the lames you snuffin', name is nothin'

In Brooklyn, New York, I'm down with and Marl
Back in P.A.T., man, we be sippin' the
I'm down with J from Houston and I think it be
But when I'm out in L.A., I fuck Ice-T

$hort Dog is my OG, we down forever
me the game, lane to lane, and keep my pimpin' together
Niggaz understand by far back in the day
It was 'mazin' and my put me up on Black Star

as blacks off the news, I weighed
'Cause we isolate and give our ghetto pass away
My niggaz passed in an unreal way
They depleted
I'm just tryna make that their kids straight

I'm on the Chitalin tour my mic in my hand
on these jealous niggaz in the new world clan
I wouldn't it for nothin', only a crazy man would
I represent for the whole south, I made it for my hood
The pimpin's

I got cousins, cousins
Like blood that's thicker than water, down dirty the border
I got cousins, country
Like blood that's thicker than water, down dirty 'cross the
In my country