Luyện nghe bài hát Outshine Me

I got a copper still hand built up in the
Fill it up corn mash, heat it up, and chill
White liquor hits you quicker you off your feet
Lay your 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 get like me
Go sit down and a hit like me.

From where I stand you ain't to me
Gotta sell a few mill outta own still
I won't sugar coat it burn throat it
Kids scared
I'm Locked and
is all me they all can feel me
Dirt disciple (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, shoot it, it, fry it,
how we do it.
Sip it, it, jar it, jug it
Do it a better than anyone does it.

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

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

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

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

Gotta bunch of county folks all to ride
And a bunch of aint scared to fight.
I'mma it to ya my way dirt road, hi-way,
Four wheel, it uptalk sh*t back it up.

Yall a trip and I'm out of your
shine and I'm hard to see
I'm that you'll never be
a pipe dream, you can't outshine me
'Cause Im dura-coated turbo
Everything me is large

Yall are a throuroughbred
Ya'll done got lapped im ahead
Too late to slow down I'm a train
Colt remember my name
Haters, Tweeters, bloggers,
Watch your cause I run these pastures

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

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

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

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