Luyện nghe bài hát Country Shit Remix

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

1 - Ludacris]
Let me tell you about these old school Chevys, Cadillac, SS
If you smoking then we got more sacks then Troy
Your want some quarters, my partners want some keys
In Atlanta we get that paper, can you haters say
10,000 watt amps, six Kickers
My truck bumping like injecting ass shots, like a
No on these whips, tags all outdated
I not be shit to you, but my momma thinks I made it
We gone ball till we fall, or 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 is Ludacris and I'm like "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 pour and lean
Candied yams and collard
Pocket full of stones clean

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

2 - Big K.R.I.T.]
I told "Aw man, hold up"
Country is what 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 this high it hard to breath
Mayday, hollering out
pictures off the wall when I creep
Pros get wet as fuck when I
drawl, it's just the way it be
Heavy sumo, numero uno
Pouring up brown, she sipping on
so cold never trick a hoe
Outer space with the flow I'm living on Pluto
What you bitch?
I'm UGK
Slow it down, chop, and screw it for the folk in Texas
forever wrecking, with the Styrofoam cup and that purple fluid
'Return of 4eva', I thought you this
Country shit, 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 painted, neck and wrists
Sitting on 24's,
Pull up on my scene and I mack your
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 keep girls in
Boy you heard wrong, why you be confused?
See, I'm the big of Sweet James
I know all about these street
But the gone pay, the chick gone say
So she can't lie about she bring
I'm certified USDA
Texas, straight up out PA
Graduated the school of hard 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 jaw, nigga
Like I'm your pa, go run your ma nigga
No fraud nigga, old school
No house, I'm under the tent
Ask here who running this shit
Big Bun in this bitch