Luyện nghe bài hát Redneck for Real

Eh, they call me a cousin fucker they got shitty insults
Can't match me on a track I think they smoking bath salts
Just laying on that ass while dingy and cracked out
These got me whistling Dixie, I run it in the south
Shit I'm the Connor McGregor of country rap that is
I fuck around and get and release a album by accident
The more shit I put out the more become irrelevant
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
you come venture in my jungle where I hang out with problems
And I ain't even went '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 benefit me unless their fanbase is a million
I spit .45 rounds up in my sleeve got bullet holes up in my
My pillow in black as my saliva's diamondback venom
Yeah I be at your feet
And you wouldn't even fucking
you all playing the creep, son

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

Man I looked up to artists 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 many on my album my front cover is a band aid, ho
Anybody who wants these flames need to fucking solar cane
I'll burn you like a 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
smoke through the sky yeah baby I'm that guy
Calling motherfuckers out but their numbers don't
'Cause I won't ever say their even if they try to bait me
I'm a pro this shit these guys sound like they still in training
got no living, ain't half of the shit they're shit
And wonder why I jump in the pits, stay slaying

All I hear is some songs about trucks don't drive
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 you're country as they come
but you hanging with my people
So put camouflage 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 for real