Luyện nghe bài hát Country Shit Remix

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

1 - Ludacris]
Let me tell you about old school Chevys, Cadillac, SS Impalas
If you smoking then we got more sacks then Polamalu
Your partners 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 like injecting ass shots, like a stripper
No insurance on these whips, tags all
I not be shit to you, but my momma thinks I made it
We gone ball till we fall, or this Conjure get us
And I never drink that white, all my women I'm racist
On that brown a twist, tell 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
coast, muddy water
Shawty pop that if you want to
Let me tell you about this old school pour and
Candied yams and greens
Pocket full of riding clean

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

2 - Big K.R.I.T.]
I told "Aw man, hold up"
Country is country does
In my crooked hoe, who you know do it better for?
Pull up, hop out, clean, in my old school time
Keep a parachute for this altitude, because when you riding this high make it hard to
Mayday, out payday
Knocking pictures off the wall when I
get wet as fuck when I speak
Southern drawl, it's the way it be
Heavy like sumo, uno
Pouring up brown, she sipping on
so cold never trick a hoe
Outer with the flow like I'm living on Pluto
you know bitch?
I'm UGK
it down, chop, chop and screw it for the folk in Texas
That forever wrecking, with the Styrofoam cup and that purple
of 4eva', I thought you knew 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 candy painted, and wrists
Sitting on 24's,
up on my scene and I mack your bitch
It ain't hard to tell, I suppose she
To send over the and shoes
This Sheen pimping too big to lose
Roll with and keep girls in twos
Boy you heard wrong, why you be confused?
See, I'm the big brother of Sweet
I all about these street games
But the trick gone pay, the gone say
So she can't lie about what she
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 booth no rubber, I'm raw
down, getting busted to your jaw, nigga
Like I'm your pa, go run tell your ma
No fraud nigga, 100% old
No glass house, I'm the tent
Ask anybody who running this shit
Big Bun in this bitch