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 get that guap by all means
You know what I'm sayin',

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

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

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

Like 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 talk kinda fast and thought of as a New kinda rhymer
But must New Yorkers got family in South and Carolina

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

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

It's nothin', I'm New York but I got country cousins
It's nothin', you connected by the slang you bustin'
Want it simply put? You rip me
When I 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 connected by the slang you
The things you bustin', the you hustlin', the days you're cuttin'
The flame you and the lames you snuffin', your name is nothin'

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

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

along came Geto Boys, Raheem and the Royal Flush
Rap-A-Lot based out in Houston, represents for us
OG style, they cars, 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 together UGK and shit, the rest is
We make hits by the dozen, put it down when said we wasn't
Trust me it's nothin', just 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 for the set, everyone free
I'ma underground king, nigga C free
up to my man Bun B, what?

It's nothin', I'm from New but I got country 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 you snuffin', your 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 when I'm out in L.A., I fuck Ice-T

$hort Dog is my OG, we down forever
Taught me the game, to lane, and keep my pimpin' together
Niggaz 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 ourselves and give our ghetto pass away
My niggaz passed in an unreal way
mommas' depleted
I'm just tryna sure that their kids straight

I'm on the tour with my mic in my hand
on these jealous niggaz in the new world clan
I trade it for nothin', only a crazy man would
I represent for the south, I made it just for my hood
The pimpin's

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