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 knock you off your
Lay down your jars, you can't outshine me

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

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

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

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

I got a copper still hand 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 mason jars, you can't outshine me

I take this,
I wanna this real clear
d'ya'll think I been doin' here?
Switchin' gears and changing
Jackin' up trucks running down
Light that for America
Cross line I'll bury ya
Gotta that'll take care of ya
And a that' I'll bury ya

Gotta bunch of county all down to ride
And a bunch of rednecks scared to fight.
I'mma give it to ya my way road, hi-way,
Four wheel, Jack it uptalk back it up.

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

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

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

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

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 you off your feet
Lay down mason jars, you can't outshine me