Luyện nghe bài hát Country Shit Remix

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

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No insurance on whips, tags all outdated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

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

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

2 - Big K.R.I.T.]
I told them "Aw man, 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 make it hard to breath
Mayday, hollering out
Knocking pictures off the wall I creep
Pros get wet as when I speak
drawl, it's just the way it be
Heavy like sumo, uno
Pouring up brown, she on Nuvo
Pimping so cold never a hoe
Outer space with the flow like I'm living on
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
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, neck and
on 24's, Vogues
Pull up on my and I mack your bitch
It ain't to tell, I suppose she chose
To over the clothes and shoes
This Sheen pimping too big to lose
Roll trues and keep 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 gone pay, the chick gone say
So she can't lie what she bring
I'm like USDA
Texas, straight up out PA
Graduated the school of hard knocks a BA
Right under the 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 your ma nigga
No fraud nigga, old school
No glass house, I'm the tent
Ask anybody who running this shit
It's Big Bun in this