Luyện nghe bài hát Country Boyz

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

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

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

We just some boys, country walk, country talk
Don't bring it round '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

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

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

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

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

Go down to the country, you won't go back
Vertical in front of the 'Lac
Guns roll so fast put one in my
Plus a buncha boys wit gats
You don't want a that
Keep my nine right beside me, at all
'Coz I be in the line, some of these niggaz you find
want you to shine, right yea

From the side and nine to
Roll around somethin' tryna sell mine
Lord know but I got a dime early
Got me feelin' to', now my cold
See I'm a country boy, close the
Clinton and Gore, been warned
Guns and more, better hit the
Them yeggaz want ya 'coz 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 it to you dead or alive
Yeah that's fo sho' ya betta that
You a nasty hoe, ya show that
Got a quiet spot we can go at
And if you wit that, we can show you where the doe at

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

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