Luyện nghe bài hát Redneck for Real

Eh, they call me a cousin fucker got some shitty insults
Can't match me on a track because I think they bath salts
Just laying on that ass while looking dingy and out
These got me whistling Dixie, I run it in the south
Shit I'm the Connor McGregor of rap that is evident
I fuck around and get high and a album by accident
The more I put out the more haters become irrelevant
I'm spitting fucking flames and don't need kerosene to it lit
Shit I ain't even in LA and I'm to build island
Won't you come venture in my jungle where I hang out problems
And I ain't went hard 'cause ain't nobody made irate
My voltage at a 3, don't it crank high 8
Pissing off my competition but you hear me go diss 'em
'Cause it gon' benefit me unless their fanbase is a million
I spit .45 rounds up in my sleeve got bullet holes up in my
My pillow soaked in black as my saliva's diamondback
Yeah I be at your feet
And you wouldn't even fucking
you all playing the creep, son

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

Man I looked up to that turned out to be some jokes
why I'm high strung like a two-stroke with a put out choke
Yeah wing-wing on Yamaha, chromed out 11 horses
So many punchlines on my album my cover is a band aid, ho
Anybody who wants these flames need to fucking solar cane
burn you like a drug am guilty
of trying to sell ass some propane
I'm dumping coal through these swampy southern states
Hauling ten tonnes of ass in this Church train
Blowing smoke through the sky yeah I'm that guy
Calling motherfuckers out but their numbers don't
'Cause I won't ever say their name even if try to bait me
I'm a pro with shit these guys sound like they still in training
got no living, ain't half of the shit they're shit
And people wonder why I jump in the pits, stay

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