Luyện nghe bài hát Outshine Me

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

put it out here let me tell ya something,
What think my still be pumpin?
90 spit the truth
Stop telling 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 sell a few mill outta your own
I won't sugar coat it burn throat it
Kids scared
I'm and loaded
Real is all me all can feel me
Dirt road disciple (da-steeple) man of the
Mix it, churn it, light it, it
Daylight to me and my folks earn 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 little better than does it.

Y'all are chasin' a
Y'all done got I'm miles ahead
Too late to slow I'm a runaway train
Colt Ford my name
Haters, Tweeters, bloggers,
Watch 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 you quicker knock you off your feet
Lay down mason jars, you can't outshine me

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

I take this,
I wanna make real clear
What d'ya'll think I been doin'
gears and changing lanes
Jackin' up trucks down Lames
that flame for America
Cross that I'll bury ya
Gotta shotgun take care of ya
And a that' I'll bury ya

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

Yall a trip and I'm out of your
Sippin' and I'm hard to see
I'm something you'll never be
It's a dream, you can't outshine me
'Cause Im dura-coated turbo
Everything about me is

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

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

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

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