Luyện nghe bài hát Country Shit Remix

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

[Verse 1 -
Let me tell you these old school Chevys, Cadillac, SS Impalas
If you smoking then we got more then Troy Polamalu
Your want some quarters, my partners want some keys
In Atlanta we get that paper, can you haters say
10,000 watt amps, six 15-inch
My truck bumping like ass shots, like a stripper
No insurance on these whips, tags all
I might not be to you, but my momma thinks I made it
We gone ball till we fall, or this get us wasted
And I never drink that white, all my women think I'm
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 fly dirty, dirty
coast, muddy water
Shawty pop pussy if you want to
Let me tell you this old school pour and lean
yams and collard greens
Pocket full of riding clean

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

2 - Big K.R.I.T.]
I told "Aw man, hold up"
is what country does
In my letter hoe, who you know do it better for?
Pull up, hop out, clean, in my old time machine
Keep a parachute for this altitude, because when you riding high make it hard to breath
Mayday, out payday
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 cold trick a hoe
Outer space with the flow 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, the Styrofoam cup and that purple fluid
'Return of 4eva', I thought you knew
Country shit, that's all I see, that's all I know, all I feel, that's all I am, that's all I be

3 - Bun B]
I be candy painted, and wrists
on 24's, Vogues
Pull up on my scene and I mack bitch
It ain't to tell, I suppose she chose
To send over the and shoes
Charlie Sheen pimping too big to lose
Roll with trues and keep girls in
Boy you must've wrong, why you be confused?
See, I'm the big brother of James
I know all about street games
But the gone pay, the chick gone say
So she can't lie about she bring
I'm like USDA
Representing Texas, 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, getting busted to your jaw,
Like I'm pa, go run tell your ma nigga
No fraud nigga, 100% old
No glass house, I'm under the
Ask here who running this shit
It's Big Bun in this