Luyện nghe bài hát Country Shit Remix

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

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

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

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

2 - Big K.R.I.T.]
I them "Aw man, hold up"
Country is what country
In my crooked letter hoe, who you know do it 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 to breath
Mayday, hollering out
Knocking off the wall when 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 sipping on
Pimping so never trick a hoe
space 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 forever wrecking, with the Styrofoam cup and that 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, all I am, that's all I be

3 - Bun B]
I be painted, neck and wrists
on 24's, Vogues
Pull up on my scene and I mack your
It ain't hard to tell, I she chose
To over the clothes 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 of Sweet James
I know all about street games
But the trick gone pay, the gone say
So she lie about what she bring
I'm certified like
Representing Texas, up out PA
Graduated the of hard knocks with a BA
Right under the of the vice and the DA
Anything we say take it as law
I'm in the booth no rubber, I'm raw nigga
Talk down, getting to your jaw, nigga
I'm your pa, go run tell your ma nigga
No fraud nigga, old school
No glass house, I'm under the
Ask anybody who running this shit
Big Bun in this bitch