Luyện nghe bài hát Redneck for Real

Eh, they call me a cousin they got some shitty insults
Can't match me on a because I think they smoking bath salts
laying on that ass while looking dingy 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 fuck around and get high and release a album by
The shit I put out the more haters become irrelevant
I'm fucking flames and don't need kerosene to make it lit
Shit I ain't even in LA and I'm starting to island
you come venture in my jungle where I hang out with problems
And I ain't even hard 'cause ain't nobody made irate
My at a 3, don't make it crank high 8
Pissing off my competition but you hear me go diss 'em
'Cause it ain't benefit me unless their fanbase is a million
I spit .45 rounds up in my sleeve got 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
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 ya blowing 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 with some wheels
Act like you're working hard when you 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 some
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 many punchlines on my album my front is a band aid, ho
Anybody who wants these need to purchase fucking solar cane
I'll burn you like a drug am
of to sell your ass some propane
I'm dumping stolen through these swampy southern states
Hauling ten of ass in this fucking Church train
smoke through the sky yeah baby I'm that guy
Calling out but their numbers don't climb
'Cause I ever say their name even if they try to bait me
I'm a pro with this 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 in the pits, stay slaying

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 don't even own a
I hear you're as they come
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