Luyện nghe bài hát Country Shit Remix

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

1 - Ludacris]
Let me tell you about these old Chevys, Cadillac, SS Impalas
If you then we got more 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 Kickers
My truck bumping like injecting ass shots, like a
No insurance on whips, tags all outdated
I might not be shit to you, but my thinks I made it
We gone till we fall, or this Conjure 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 and I'm like "Bitch!"

- Big K.R.I.T.]
Let me tell you this super fly dirty, dirty
Third coast, water
Shawty pop that if you want to
Let me tell you about this old pour and lean
yams and collard greens
Pocket full of stones riding

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

2 - Big K.R.I.T.]
I them "Aw man, hold up"
is what country does
In my crooked hoe, who you know do it better for?
Pull up, hop out, clean, in my old school machine
Keep a parachute for this altitude, when you riding this high make it hard to breath
Mayday, hollering out
Knocking off the wall when I creep
Pros get wet as fuck I speak
Southern drawl, just the way it be
Heavy like sumo, uno
up brown, she sipping on Nuvo
Pimping so never trick a hoe
Outer space with the flow like I'm living on
What you know
I'm UGK
Slow it down, chop, chop and screw it for the in Texas
That wrecking, with the Styrofoam cup and that purple fluid
'Return of 4eva', I you knew this
shit, that's 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 candy painted, neck and
on 24's, Vogues
Pull up on my scene and I mack your
It ain't hard to tell, I she chose
To send the clothes and shoes
This Charlie Sheen too big to lose
Roll with and keep girls in twos
Boy you must've heard wrong, why you be
See, I'm the big brother of James
I know all these street games
But the trick pay, the chick gone say
So she can't lie what she bring
I'm like USDA
Texas, straight up out PA
Graduated the of hard knocks with a BA
under the nose of the vice and the DA
Anything we say it as law nigga
When I'm in the booth no rubber, I'm raw
Talk down, getting to your jaw, nigga
Like I'm pa, go run tell your ma nigga
No nigga, 100% old school
No glass house, I'm under the
Ask anybody who running this shit
It's Big Bun in this