Luyện nghe bài hát Outshine Me

I got a copper hand built up in the hills
Fill it up with mash, heat it up, and chill
White liquor hits you quicker 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 everybody you can do 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 a few mill outta your own still
I sugar coat 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 dark me and my folks 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 better than anyone does it.

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

I got a copper still built up in the hills
Fill it up with 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 take this,
I wanna make this real
d'ya'll think I been doin' here?
Switchin' gears and lanes
up trucks running down Lames
Light that for America
Cross that line bury ya
shotgun that'll take care of ya
And a that' I'll bury ya

Gotta bunch of folks 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, it uptalk sh*t back it up.

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

are chasin a throuroughbred
Ya'll done got lapped im ahead
Too late to slow I'm a runaway train
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 hits you quicker 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 still hand 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 copper still hand built up in the
Fill it up with mash, heat it up, and chill
White liquor hits you quicker you off your feet
Lay down mason jars, you can't outshine me