Luyện nghe bài hát Outshine Me

I got a copper still built up in the hills
Fill it up with corn mash, it up, and chill
liquor hits you quicker knock you off your feet
Lay down mason jars, you can't outshine me

I'mma put it out here let me ya something,
d'y'all think my still be pumpin?
90 spit the truth
Stop everybody you can do what I do.
So if you can, you better get me
Go sit down and write a hit me.

From I stand you ain't shoot to me
Gotta a few mill outta your own still
I won't coat it burn your throat it
aint scared
I'm Locked and
Real is all me all can feel me
Dirt road (da-steeple) man of the people
Mix it, it, light it, burn it
Daylight to dark me and my folks it
Plow it, haul it, hunt it, it, skin it, fry it,
how we do it.
Sip it, it, jar it, jug it
Do it a little better than anyone it.

Y'all are chasin' a
Y'all done got lapped I'm miles
Too late to down I'm a runaway train
Ford remember my name
Haters, Tweeters, bloggers,
your mouth cause I run these pastures

I got a copper still hand built up in the
Fill it up corn mash, heat it up, and chill
liquor hits you quicker knock you off your feet
Lay your mason jars, you can't outshine me

I got a still hand built up in the hills
Fill it up corn mash, heat it up, and chill
liquor hits you quicker knock you off your feet
Lay down mason jars, you can't outshine me

I can't this,
I wanna make this real
What d'ya'll think I doin' here?
Switchin' gears and lanes
Jackin' up trucks running down
Light flame for America
Cross that line I'll ya
Gotta shotgun that'll care of ya
And a mudhole I'll bury ya

Gotta bunch of county folks all down to
And a bunch of rednecks scared to fight.
I'mma give it to ya my way road, hi-way,
Four wheel, Jack it sh*t back it up.

Yall a trip and I'm out of league
Sippin' and I'm hard to see
I'm something that never be
a pipe dream, you can't outshine me
'Cause Im dura-coated charged
about me is large

Yall are a throuroughbred
Ya'll done got im miles ahead
Too late to down I'm a runaway train
Ford remember my name
Haters, Tweeters, bloggers,
your mouth cause I run these pastures

I got a copper still built up in the hills
Fill it up with corn mash, heat it up, and
White liquor hits you quicker knock you off feet
Lay down your mason jars, you outshine me

I got a copper still built up in the hills
Fill it up with corn mash, heat it up, and
White liquor hits you quicker knock you off your
Lay down your jars, you can't outshine me

I got a still hand built up in the hills
Fill it up with mash, heat it up, and chill
White liquor hits you knock you off your feet
Lay down your jars, you can't outshine me

I got a copper hand built up in the hills
it up with corn mash, heat it up, and chill
White liquor you quicker knock you off your feet
Lay down your mason jars, you outshine me