Luyện nghe bài hát Country Shit Remix

[Intro -
Yeah!
I've waiting to tell them about this country shit.
I'ma you
You
Luda!

[Verse 1 -
Let me you about these old school Chevys, Cadillac, SS Impalas
If you smoking then we got more sacks Troy Polamalu
Your partners want some quarters, my want some keys
In Atlanta we get that paper, can you haters say
10,000 watt amps, six Kickers
My truck bumping like injecting ass shots, like a
No on these whips, tags all outdated
I might not be shit to you, but my momma I made it
We gone ball till we fall, or this get us wasted
And I never drink white, all my women think I'm racist
On that brown with a twist, these hoes to reminisce
That my is Ludacris and I'm like "Bitch!"

- Big K.R.I.T.]
Let me tell you this super fly dirty, dirty
Third coast, water
Shawty pop that pussy if you to
Let me tell you about this old school and lean
Candied and collard greens
Pocket of stones riding clean

Let me tell you about this shit, country, country shit (X4)

2 - Big K.R.I.T.]
I them "Aw man, hold up"
Country is what does
In my crooked letter hoe, who you do it better for?
Pull up, hop out, clean, in my old time machine
Keep a for this altitude, because when you riding this high make it hard to breath
Mayday, hollering out
Knocking pictures off the wall I creep
Pros get wet as fuck I speak
Southern drawl, it's the way it be
like sumo, numero uno
Pouring up brown, she on Nuvo
Pimping so never trick a hoe
Outer space with the flow like I'm on Pluto
you know bitch?
I'm UGK
Slow it down, chop, chop and screw it for the in Texas
That forever wrecking, with the Styrofoam cup and purple fluid
'Return of 4eva', I thought you knew
Country shit, that's all I see, all I know, that's all I feel, that's all I am, that's all I be

3 - Bun B]
I be painted, neck and wrists
Sitting on 24's,
Pull up on my scene and I your bitch
It ain't hard to tell, I she chose
To over the clothes and shoes
This Sheen pimping too big to lose
Roll with trues and keep in twos
Boy you must've wrong, why you be confused?
See, I'm the big brother of Sweet
I know all about these street
But the trick gone pay, the gone say
So she can't lie about what she
I'm certified like
Representing Texas, up out PA
Graduated the school of hard knocks a BA
under the nose of the vice and the DA
Anything we say take it as law
When I'm in the booth no rubber, I'm raw
Talk down, getting busted to jaw, nigga
Like I'm your pa, go run your ma nigga
No nigga, 100% old school
No glass house, I'm the tent
Ask anybody who running this shit
Big Bun in this bitch