Luyện nghe bài hát Redneck for Real

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

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

Man I looked up to that turned out to be some jokes
That's why I'm high strung a two-stroke with a put out choke
Yeah on that Yamaha, chromed out 11 horses
So many on my album my front cover is a band aid, ho
Anybody who wants these flames need to purchase fucking cane
I'll burn you like a am guilty
of trying to sell your ass propane
I'm dumping stolen through these swampy southern states
Hauling ten tonnes of ass in this fucking Church
Blowing smoke through the sky yeah I'm that guy
motherfuckers 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 these guys sound like they still in training
Ain't got no living, ain't half of the shit shit
And people wonder why I in the pits, stay slaying

All I hear is some songs about y'all don't drive
With verses 'bout hot girls you ain't got in real life
I hear ya blowing black but you don't even own a diesel
I hear country as they come
but you ain't hanging my people
So put your camouflage on, take a picture with some
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 rednecks for real