Luyện nghe bài hát Country Shit Remix

[Intro -
Yeah!
I've been waiting to tell them about 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 paper, can you haters say cheese?
10,000 watt amps, six Kickers
My truck bumping injecting ass shots, like a stripper
No insurance on these whips, all outdated
I might not be shit to you, but my thinks I made it
We gone ball we fall, or this Conjure get us wasted
And I drink that white, all my women think I'm racist
On brown 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
coast, muddy water
Shawty pop that if you want to
Let me tell you about this old pour and lean
Candied and collard greens
Pocket full of stones clean

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

2 - Big K.R.I.T.]
I told them "Aw man, up"
Country is what country
In my crooked letter hoe, who you know do it better
up, hop out, clean, in my old school time machine
Keep a parachute for this altitude, because when you riding this high make it to breath
Mayday, hollering out
Knocking pictures off the when I creep
Pros get wet as fuck I speak
drawl, it's just the way it be
Heavy sumo, numero uno
Pouring up brown, she sipping on
Pimping so never trick a hoe
Outer with the flow like I'm living on Pluto
you know bitch?
I'm UGK
Slow it down, chop, chop and it for the folk in Texas
That forever wrecking, with the cup and that purple fluid
of 4eva', I thought you knew this
Country shit, that's all I see, that's all I know, that's all I feel, 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 bitch
It ain't hard to tell, I she chose
To send the clothes and shoes
This Charlie 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 brother of Sweet
I know all about street games
But the trick gone pay, the gone say
So she lie about what she bring
I'm certified USDA
Representing Texas, up out PA
Graduated the school of knocks with a BA
Right the nose of the vice and the DA
we say take it as law nigga
When I'm in the booth no rubber, I'm raw
Talk down, busted to your jaw, nigga
Like I'm your pa, go run tell your ma
No nigga, 100% old school
No house, I'm under the tent
Ask anybody who running this shit
Big Bun in this bitch