Luyện nghe bài hát Country Shit Remix

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

[Verse 1 -
Let me you about these old school Chevys, Cadillac, SS Impalas
If you then we got more sacks then Troy Polamalu
Your partners some quarters, my partners want some keys
In Atlanta we get paper, can you haters say cheese?
10,000 watt amps, six 15-inch
My truck like injecting ass shots, like a stripper
No insurance on these whips, all outdated
I might not be shit to you, but my momma thinks I it
We gone till we fall, or this Conjure get us wasted
And I never drink white, all my women think I'm racist
On that with a twist, tell these hoes to reminisce
That my name is Ludacris and I'm "Bitch!"

- Big K.R.I.T.]
Let me tell you about this fly dirty, dirty
Third coast, muddy
Shawty pop that if you want to
Let me tell you about old school pour and lean
Candied yams and collard
Pocket full of stones riding

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

2 - Big K.R.I.T.]
I told "Aw man, hold up"
is what country does
In my letter hoe, who you know do it better for?
Pull up, hop out, clean, in my old time machine
Keep a parachute for this altitude, when you riding this high make it hard to breath
Mayday, hollering out
Knocking off the wall when I creep
Pros get wet as fuck I speak
Southern drawl, it's the way it be
Heavy sumo, numero uno
Pouring up brown, she sipping on
Pimping so cold 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 folk in
That forever wrecking, with the Styrofoam cup and purple fluid
'Return of 4eva', I thought you this
Country shit, that's all I see, that's all I know, that's all I feel, that's all I am, all I be

3 - Bun B]
I be painted, neck and wrists
Sitting on 24's,
Pull up on my and I mack your bitch
It ain't hard to tell, I suppose she
To send the clothes and shoes
This Charlie Sheen too big to lose
Roll with and keep girls in twos
Boy you must've heard wrong, why you be
See, I'm the big brother of James
I know all about these street
But the trick gone pay, the chick say
So she can't lie about she bring
I'm certified like
Texas, straight up out PA
Graduated the of hard knocks with a BA
Right under the nose of the and the DA
Anything we say it as law nigga
When I'm in the no rubber, I'm raw nigga
Talk down, getting to your jaw, nigga
Like I'm your pa, go run your ma nigga
No nigga, 100% old school
No glass house, I'm under the
Ask here who running this shit
It's Big Bun in this