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
need to go over here and pop off real quick
Yo, I gotta get that by all means
You know what I'm sayin',

up in Brooklyn, shit
I thought that everybody talked way
on Rakim and Run-DMC
So I thought that everybody 'Walked Way'

We fresh, we chill, we def, we ill
just some things I was taught to say
And every morning
I watched with a bowl of Frosted Flakes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then along came Geto Boys, and the Royal Flush
Rap-A-Lot Records based out in Houston, for us
OG style, they cars, ditch that 4 and too trouble
Our squad is gangsta nigga, put it 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 hits by the dozen, put it down when they said we wasn't
me it's nothin', just another day in the life for country cousins

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

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

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

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

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

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

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