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 you quicker knock you off your feet
Lay down your mason jars, you outshine me

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

From I stand you ain't shoot to me
Gotta sell a few mill your own still
I won't sugar it burn your throat it
Kids scared
I'm and loaded
Real is all me all can feel me
road disciple (da-steeple) man of the people
Mix it, churn it, light it, it
Daylight to me and my folks 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 better than anyone does it.

are chasin' a thoroughbred
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 hand built up in the
it up with corn mash, heat it up, and chill
White liquor hits you quicker knock you off feet
Lay down your mason jars, you outshine me

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

I can't this,
I wanna make this clear
What d'ya'll think I been doin'
gears and changing lanes
Jackin' up trucks running Lames
Light that for America
Cross that line bury ya
Gotta shotgun that'll care of ya
And a mudhole that' I'll ya

Gotta bunch of county folks all to ride
And a of rednecks 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 league
shine 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 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 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 corn mash, heat it up, and chill
White liquor hits you knock 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 you off your feet
Lay down your 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 got a still 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 jars, you can't outshine me