Luyện nghe bài hát Country Shit Remix

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

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

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

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

2 - Big K.R.I.T.]
I them "Aw man, hold up"
Country is what country
In my crooked hoe, who you know do it better for?
Pull up, hop out, clean, in my old school machine
a parachute for this altitude, because when you riding this high make it hard to breath
Mayday, out payday
Knocking pictures off the wall I creep
get wet as fuck when I speak
Southern drawl, it's the way it be
Heavy like sumo, uno
Pouring up brown, she on Nuvo
Pimping so cold trick a hoe
Outer space with the flow like I'm living on
you know bitch?
I'm UGK
Slow it down, chop, chop and it for the folk in Texas
That forever wrecking, with the Styrofoam cup and that fluid
'Return of 4eva', I thought you this
shit, that's all I see, that's all I know, that's all I feel, that's all I am, that's all I be

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