Luyện nghe bài hát Country Cousins

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

Growin' up in Brooklyn,
I thought everybody talked this way
Raised on Rakim and
So I thought that 'Walked This Way'

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

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

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

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

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

nothin', I'm from New York but I got country cousins
It's nothin', you stay connected by the slang you
it simply put? You can't rip me
When I spit for the set, 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 connected by the slang you bustin'
The things you bustin', the game you hustlin', the days cuttin'
The flame you cuffin' and the you snuffin', your name is nothin'

Growin' up in P.A., I knew nobody out there 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, or EPMD
Cool C and Steady B, plus Public Enemy
Not to mention N.W.A., DJ Quik and MC
Down south we listen to it all, we discriminate

Then along came Geto Boys, Raheem and the Flush
Rap-A-Lot Records based out in Houston, 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 time to hustle, got down with my C
Put together UGK and shit, the rest is
We make hits by the dozen, put it down they said we wasn't
me it's nothin', just another day in the life for country cousins

It's nothin', I'm New York but I got country cousins
It's nothin', you connected by the slang you bustin'
it simply put? You can't rip me
When I spit for the set, free
I'ma underground king, nigga Pimp C
up to my man Bun B, what?

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

In Brooklyn, New York, I'm down with Large and
in P.A.T., man, we be sippin' the barre
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
Taught me the game, lane to lane, and my pimpin' together
don't understand by far back in the day
It was 'mazin' and my brother put me up on Star

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

I'm on the tour with my mic in my hand
Shittin' on these jealous niggaz in the new world
I wouldn't trade it for nothin', only a man would
I represent for the south, I made it just for my hood
The good

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