Luyện nghe bài hát Country Cousins

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's nothin', I'm 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', your name is

Growin' up in P.A., I knew nobody out talked like us
Nothin' but that county slang, up, dog? What up, cuzz?
Late night you see us 40's, menthols, wine and weed
on the back porch, gettin' zooted, feelin' fine indeed

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

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

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

It's nothin', I'm from New York but I got country
It's nothin', you stay connected by the you bustin'
Want it simply 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,

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

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

$hort Dog is my OG, we been forever
Taught me the game, to lane, and keep my pimpin' together
don't understand by far back in the day
It was 'mazin' and my brother put me up on Black

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

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

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