Luyện nghe bài hát Redneck for Real

Eh, they me a cousin fucker they got some shitty insults
match me on a track because I think they smoking bath salts
Just laying on that ass while looking dingy and out
got me twisted whistling 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 by accident
The more I put out the more haters become irrelevant
I'm spitting fucking flames and 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 even went hard 'cause ain't nobody made
My at a 3, don't make it crank high 8
Pissing off my 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 got bullet holes up in my ceiling
My pillow soaked in black as my saliva's venom
Yeah I could be at feet
And you even fucking know
'cause you all 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 you're country as come
but you ain't hanging with my
So put your camouflage on, take a with some wheels
Act like you're working hard 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 looked up to artists that turned out to be jokes
That's why I'm high strung a two-stroke with a put out choke
Yeah wing-wing on Yamaha, chromed out 11 horses
So punchlines 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 a drug am guilty
of trying to sell your ass propane
I'm dumping stolen coal through these swampy states
Hauling ten tonnes of ass in this fucking Church
Blowing smoke the sky yeah baby I'm that guy
Calling motherfuckers out but their numbers don't
'Cause I won't ever say their name even if they try to me
I'm a pro this shit 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 jump in the pits, slaying

All I hear is some about trucks y'all don't drive
With some 'bout hot girls you ain't got in real life
I hear ya blowing smoke but you don't even own a diesel
I hear you're country as 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 some for real