Luyện nghe bài hát Redneck for Real

Eh, they call me a fucker they got some shitty insults
Can't match me on a track because I they smoking bath salts
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 that is
I fuck around and get high and a album by accident
The more shit I put out the more become irrelevant
I'm spitting flames and don't need kerosene to make it lit
I ain't even in LA and I'm starting to build island
Won't you come venture in my where I hang out with problems
And I ain't even went hard 'cause nobody made irate
My voltage at a 3, make it crank high 8
off my competition but you won't hear me go diss 'em
'Cause it ain't gon' benefit me unless their fanbase is a
I spit .45 rounds up in my got bullet holes up in my ceiling
My pillow in black as my saliva's diamondback venom
Yeah I could be at your
And you even fucking know
'cause you all the creep, son

All I hear is some songs trucks y'all don't drive
With some verses 'bout hot girls you got in real life
I hear ya blowing black smoke but you even own a diesel
I hear you're country as they
but you ain't hanging with my
So put your camouflage on, 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 in the hills
Yeah, we some rednecks for

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

All I hear is some about trucks y'all don't drive
With some verses hot girls you ain't got in real life
I hear ya black smoke but you don't even own a diesel
I hear you're country as come
but you hanging with my people
So put your camouflage on, take a with some wheels
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