Luyện nghe bài hát Country Shit Remix

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

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No on these whips, tags all outdated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

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

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

2 - Big K.R.I.T.]
I told "Aw man, hold up"
Country is what country
In my crooked letter hoe, who you do it better for?
Pull up, hop out, clean, in my old school time
Keep a parachute for this altitude, because you riding this high make it hard to breath
Mayday, out payday
pictures off the wall when I creep
Pros get wet as fuck when I
Southern drawl, it's the way it be
Heavy sumo, numero uno
up brown, she sipping on Nuvo
Pimping so cold never a hoe
Outer with the flow like I'm living on Pluto
What you know
I'm UGK
Slow it down, chop, chop and screw it for the in Texas
That wrecking, with the Styrofoam cup and that purple fluid
'Return of 4eva', I thought you this
Country shit, that's all I see, that's all I know, 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 mack your
It ain't hard to tell, I she chose
To over the clothes and shoes
Charlie Sheen pimping too big to lose
Roll with trues and keep girls in
Boy you heard wrong, why you be confused?
See, I'm the big of Sweet James
I know all about street games
But the trick pay, the chick gone say
So she lie about what she bring
I'm certified USDA
Representing Texas, up out PA
Graduated the school of hard knocks a BA
Right under the of the vice and the DA
Anything we say take it as law
When I'm in the no rubber, I'm raw nigga
down, getting busted to your 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 here who this shit
Big Bun in this bitch