Luyện nghe bài hát Redneck for Real

Eh, they call me a cousin fucker they got some shitty
match me on a track because I think they smoking bath salts
Just laying on that ass while dingy and cracked out
These got me twisted Dixie, I run it in the south
Shit I'm the Connor of country rap that is evident
I fuck around and get high and release a album by
The more shit I put out the haters become irrelevant
I'm spitting fucking flames and don't kerosene to make it lit
Shit I ain't even in LA and I'm starting to build
Won't you come venture in my jungle I hang out with problems
And I ain't even went hard 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
it ain't gon' benefit me unless their fanbase is a million
I spit .45 rounds up in my got bullet holes up in my ceiling
My pillow soaked in black as my saliva's venom
I could be at your feet
And you even fucking know
you all playing the creep, son

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

Man I looked up to artists that 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 many on my album my front cover is a band aid, ho
Anybody who wants these flames to purchase fucking solar cane
I'll burn you like a drug am
of to sell your ass some propane
I'm dumping stolen coal through swampy southern states
Hauling ten tonnes of ass in this Church train
Blowing through the sky yeah 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, ain't of the shit they're shit
And people why I jump in the pits, stay slaying

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