Luyện nghe bài hát Redneck for Real

Eh, they call me a cousin fucker got some shitty insults
Can't match me on a track because I they smoking bath salts
laying on that ass while looking dingy and cracked out
These got me twisted whistling Dixie, I run it in the
Shit I'm the Connor McGregor of country rap is evident
I fuck and get high and release a album by accident
The more shit I put out the more haters become
I'm spitting fucking flames and don't need kerosene to it lit
Shit I ain't even in LA and I'm to build island
Won't you come venture in my jungle where I out with problems
And I even went hard 'cause ain't nobody made irate
My voltage at a 3, make it crank high 8
Pissing off my competition but you won't me go diss 'em
'Cause it ain't gon' benefit me unless fanbase is a million
I spit .45 rounds up in my sleeve got holes up in my ceiling
My pillow soaked in black as my saliva's diamondback
I could be at your feet
And you even fucking know
'cause you all the creep, son

All I hear is some songs about trucks y'all don't
With verses 'bout hot girls you ain't got in real life
I hear ya blowing black smoke but you don't even own a
I hear country as they come
but you ain't with my people
So put your on, take a picture with some wheels
Act you're working hard when you ain't even got deals
And ask me for a feature, we do it different in the hills
Yeah, we rednecks for real

Man I up to artists that turned out to be some jokes
That's why I'm high like a two-stroke with a put out choke
Yeah on that Yamaha, chromed out 11 horses
So punchlines on my album my front cover is a band aid, ho
Anybody who wants these flames to purchase fucking solar cane
burn you like a drug am guilty
of trying to sell your ass some
I'm dumping stolen coal through swampy southern states
Hauling ten tonnes of ass in fucking Church train
Blowing smoke through the sky baby I'm that guy
Calling out but their numbers don't climb
'Cause I won't ever say their even if they try to bait me
I'm a pro with this shit these guys sound like they in training
Ain't got no living, half of the shit they're shit
And people wonder why I in the pits, stay slaying

All I hear is some songs about trucks y'all drive
some verses 'bout hot girls you ain't got in real life
I hear ya black smoke but you don't even own a diesel
I hear you're country as they
but you ain't hanging my people
So put your camouflage on, take a with some wheels
Act like working hard when you ain't even got deals
And don't ask me for a feature, we do it in the hills
Yeah, we some rednecks for