Luyện nghe bài hát Redneck for Real

Eh, they call me a cousin fucker they got some shitty
Can't match me on a track because I think smoking bath salts
laying on that ass while looking dingy and cracked out
These got me twisted Dixie, I run it in the south
I'm the Connor McGregor of country rap that is evident
I fuck around and get high and release a by accident
The shit I put out the more haters become irrelevant
I'm spitting flames and don't need kerosene to make it lit
Shit I ain't in LA and I'm starting to build island
Won't you venture in my jungle where I hang out with problems
And I ain't even went hard 'cause nobody made irate
My voltage at a 3, don't it crank high 8
Pissing off my 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 sleeve got bullet holes up in my
My pillow in black as my saliva's diamondback venom
Yeah I could be at feet
And you even fucking know
'cause you all the creep, son

All I hear is some songs about trucks y'all don't
some verses 'bout 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 they
but you hanging with my people
So put your camouflage on, take a picture some wheels
Act like you're working hard when you ain't got deals
And ask me for a feature, we do it different in the hills
Yeah, we some rednecks for

Man I looked up to artists turned out to be some jokes
That's why I'm 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
who wants these flames need to purchase fucking solar cane
I'll burn you a drug am guilty
of trying to sell ass some propane
I'm dumping stolen coal these swampy southern states
Hauling ten tonnes of ass in fucking Church train
Blowing smoke through the sky baby I'm that guy
Calling motherfuckers out but their numbers don't
'Cause I won't ever say name even if they try to bait me
I'm a pro with this shit these guys sound they still in training
Ain't got no living, ain't half of the shit they're
And people why I jump in the pits, stay slaying

All I hear is some songs about y'all 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 hear country as they 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 ask me for a feature, we do it different in the hills
Yeah, we rednecks for real