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 they smoking salts
Just laying on that ass while looking and cracked out
These got me twisted whistling Dixie, I run it in the
Shit I'm the McGregor of country rap that is evident
I around and get high and release a album by accident
The more shit I put out the more haters 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 island
Won't you come in my jungle where I hang out with problems
And I ain't even went hard 'cause ain't made irate
My voltage at a 3, make it crank high 8
Pissing off my but you won't hear me go diss 'em
'Cause it ain't gon' benefit me unless fanbase is a million
I .45 rounds up in my sleeve got bullet holes up in my ceiling
My pillow soaked in as my saliva's diamondback venom
I could be at your feet
And you wouldn't even know
'cause you all the creep, son

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

Man I up to artists that turned out to be some jokes
That's why I'm high strung like a two-stroke a put out choke
wing-wing on that Yamaha, chromed out 11 horses
So many punchlines on my album my front cover is a aid, ho
Anybody who wants flames need to purchase fucking solar cane
I'll burn you like a am guilty
of trying to your ass some propane
I'm dumping stolen coal through 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 ever say their name 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 jump in the pits, stay

All I hear is some songs about trucks y'all don't
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 hear you're country as they
but you ain't hanging with my
So put camouflage 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 rednecks for