Luyện nghe bài hát Country Shit Remix

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

[Verse 1 -
Let me tell you these old school Chevys, Cadillac, SS Impalas
If you smoking then we got more then Troy Polamalu
partners want some quarters, my partners want some keys
In Atlanta we get paper, can you haters say cheese?
10,000 watt amps, six 15-inch
My truck bumping like ass shots, like a stripper
No insurance on these whips, all outdated
I might not be to you, but my momma thinks I made it
We gone ball 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 hoes to
That my name is and I'm like "Bitch!"

- Big K.R.I.T.]
Let me tell you about this fly dirty, dirty
Third coast, muddy
Shawty pop that pussy if you to
Let me tell you about old school pour and lean
Candied and collard greens
full of stones riding clean

Let me tell you about this country shit, country, country (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?
up, hop out, clean, in my old school time machine
Keep a parachute for this altitude, because when you riding this high make it to breath
Mayday, out payday
Knocking pictures off the wall when I
Pros get wet as when I speak
Southern drawl, just the way it be
Heavy sumo, numero uno
Pouring up brown, she on Nuvo
Pimping so never trick a hoe
Outer space with the flow like I'm living on
you know bitch?
I'm UGK
Slow it down, chop, chop and it for the folk in Texas
That wrecking, with the Styrofoam cup and that purple fluid
of 4eva', I thought you knew this
Country shit, that's all I see, 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, and wrists
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
Charlie Sheen pimping too big to lose
Roll with trues and keep in twos
Boy you must've heard wrong, why you be
See, I'm the big brother of James
I know all about these games
But the trick gone pay, the chick say
So she can't lie about what she
I'm like USDA
Texas, straight up out PA
Graduated the school of 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
I'm your pa, go run tell your ma nigga
No fraud nigga, 100% old
No glass house, I'm the tent
Ask anybody here who running this
It's Big Bun in this