Luyện nghe bài hát Country Boyz

We just some country boys, country walk, country
bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' it's jumpin' off
We some country boys, country walk, country talk
bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' it's jumpin' off

This nigga no games with my Hanes tee shirt, with a pic and roll
Doo-rag, heavy blue 'Lac , 85 South, drive it too fast
My niggaz roll no billies, get a big box of them brown Dutches
We don't want no brand new
lemme get them keys to the Cutlass
Represent for the M I L, the A T L, the
Stay smokin' smackdown, keep myself a little half pound
You know me, still in the cut, on the po'ch Jig drillin' it up
folks just livin' it up, court next week not givin a fuck!

What's up? standin, only rap to them grown women
high, we'll play shy, least till I can get home wit 'em
Shorty whattchu thinkin'? drinkin'? Thinkin' it is what it ain't
I can't be trickin', so don't be trippin', thinkin' I when I can't, come on

We some country boys, country walk, country talk
Don't bring it round here ya know fa sho' it's jumpin' off
We just some country boys, country walk, talk
Don't bring it round here 'less ya fa sho' it's jumpin' off

hooked it up, like the waitress from the IHop
Nothin but the grits, steak, and egg with
Waitin for the five dollar pancake, front-back to side
polly country boy, Cadillac, cat sick in the multi-color
All clean twenty inches at the seam chickens
Get the green spit the swishers at the Beam shit seem
Craziest muh'fucker, what y'all niggaz do for
Never knock the hustle scheme, only what the cheddar

Hate, fake-niggaz, hoes, envy, greed,
Can't hate, what a nigga make, of enemies
in my face but they really ain't no friend to me
Can't wait, send em eight straight nine
Aww hell naw, y'all niggaz ain't me!
Colt 45 everytime Billy D
[Incomprehensible] leave through Tennessee
Quarter with the chron' fuckin wit my memory

We just some boys, country walk, country talk
Don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' it's off
We just some country boys, walk, country talk
Don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' jumpin' off

Peanut butter, rag-tops, what's wit that?
String pork chops, what's fuckin' wit that?
Dime sack with the gnac, what's fuckin' wit
fuckin' with that? What's fuckin' wit that?
Every Chevy on dubs, what's wit that?
Jodi-Bodi, strip clubs, fuckin' wit that?
Nappy Roots, hey dawg, fuckin' wit that?
What's fuckin' wit that? fuckin' wit that?

Go to the country, you won't wanna go back
grills in front of the 'Lac
Guns roll so put one in my back
Plus a buncha boys wit gats
You want none a that
Keep my nine right beside me, at all
'Coz I be in the line, some of these niggaz you find
Don't you to shine, right yea

From the and nine to nine
Roll around here tryna sell mine
Lord know but I got a early time
Got me feelin' to', now my Eggo's
See I'm a country boy, close the
Clinton and Gore, y'all warned
Guns and more, hit the floor
Them want ya 'coz they comin' in with them laws

yo life, buck my chife and I got my ride, fool, I'm ready to ride
For my yeggaz I'ma bring it to you or alive
Yeah that's fo sho' ya betta know
You a nasty hoe, ya betta that
Got a quiet lil' we can go at
And if you ain't wit that, we can show you the doe at

We some country boys, country walk, country talk
Don't bring it here 'less ya know fa sho' it's jumpin' off
We just some country boys, walk, country talk
Don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa it's jumpin' off

Peanut butter, rag-tops, what's fuckin' wit
String beans pork chops, what's fuckin' wit
Dime sack the gnac, what's fuckin' wit that?
fuckin' with that? What's fuckin' wit that?
Every Chevy on dubs, what's wit that?
Jodi-Bodi, strip clubs, what's wit that?
Roots, hey dawg, what's fuckin' wit that?
What's fuckin' wit that? fuckin' wit that?