Luyện nghe bài hát Country Shit Remix

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

1 - Ludacris]
Let me tell you about these old Chevys, Cadillac, SS Impalas
If you smoking then we got sacks then Troy Polamalu
Your partners want some quarters, my want some keys
In Atlanta we get that paper, can you haters say
10,000 watt amps, six 15-inch
My truck like 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No insurance on these whips, all outdated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 till we fall, or this Conjure get us
And I never that 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 this old school pour and lean
Candied yams and collard
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"
Country is what country
In my letter hoe, who you know do it better for?
Pull up, hop out, clean, in my old school machine
Keep a parachute for this altitude, because you riding this high make it hard to breath
Mayday, hollering out
Knocking pictures off the wall I creep
Pros get wet as when I speak
Southern drawl, just the way it be
Heavy like sumo, uno
Pouring up brown, she sipping on
Pimping so never trick a hoe
Outer space with the like I'm living on Pluto
What you know
I'm UGK
it down, chop, chop and screw it for the folk in Texas
That forever wrecking, with the Styrofoam cup and that 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 painted, neck and wrists
Sitting on 24's,
Pull up on my scene and I mack your
It hard to tell, I suppose she chose
To over the clothes and shoes
Charlie Sheen pimping too big to lose
Roll trues and keep girls in twos
Boy you heard wrong, why you be confused?
See, I'm the big brother of Sweet
I know all about these street
But the trick pay, the chick gone say
So she can't lie about she bring
I'm certified like
Texas, straight up out PA
Graduated the of hard knocks with a BA
Right under the 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, busted to your jaw, nigga
I'm your pa, go run tell your ma nigga
No fraud nigga, old school
No glass house, I'm the tent
Ask anybody here who running shit
It's Big Bun in this