Luyện nghe bài hát Redneck for Real

Eh, they me a cousin fucker they got some shitty insults
Can't match me on a track because I think they smoking bath
Just laying on ass while looking dingy and cracked out
got me twisted whistling Dixie, I run it in the south
Shit I'm the Connor McGregor of country rap is evident
I fuck around and get 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 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, don't make it crank 8
Pissing off my competition but you won't hear me go 'em
'Cause it ain't gon' benefit me unless their fanbase is a
I .45 rounds up in my sleeve got bullet holes up in my ceiling
My pillow soaked in black as my saliva's diamondback
Yeah I could be at your
And you even fucking know
'cause you all the creep, son

All I hear is some about trucks y'all don't drive
With some verses 'bout hot girls you ain't got in real
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 with my
So put your camouflage on, take a with some wheels
Act like you're hard 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

Man I looked up to artists turned out to be some jokes
why I'm high strung like a two-stroke with a put out choke
Yeah wing-wing on that Yamaha, out 11 horses
So many punchlines on my album my front is a band aid, ho
Anybody who wants these flames to purchase fucking solar cane
I'll burn you a drug am guilty
of trying to sell your ass propane
I'm dumping stolen through these swampy southern states
Hauling ten of ass in this fucking Church train
smoke 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 still in
Ain't got no living, ain't half of the shit shit
And wonder why I jump in the pits, stay slaying

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