Luyện nghe bài hát Outshine Me

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

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

From where I you ain't shoot to me
Gotta sell a few mill outta own still
I won't sugar coat it burn throat it
Kids aint
I'm Locked and
is all me they all can feel me
Dirt road disciple (da-steeple) man of the
Mix it, it, light it, burn it
Daylight to dark me and my earn it
Plow it, haul it, 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
done got lapped I'm miles ahead
Too late to slow I'm a runaway train
Colt Ford remember my
Haters, Tweeters, bloggers,
Watch your mouth cause I run pastures

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

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

I take this,
I wanna make real clear
What d'ya'll think I been here?
Switchin' gears and changing
Jackin' up trucks running Lames
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 aint to fight.
I'mma it to ya my way dirt road, hi-way,
Four wheel, Jack it 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 charged
Everything about me is

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

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

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 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
White liquor you quicker knock you off your feet
Lay down your jars, you can't outshine me

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 down your mason jars, you can't me