Luyện nghe bài hát Redneck for Real

Eh, they call me a cousin fucker got some shitty insults
match me on a track because I think they smoking bath salts
Just laying on that ass while looking 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 and release 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 in LA and I'm starting to build island
Won't you come venture in my jungle I hang out with problems
And I ain't even went hard 'cause ain't made irate
My at a 3, don't make it crank high 8
Pissing off my but you won't hear me go diss 'em
'Cause it gon' benefit me unless their fanbase is a million
I .45 rounds up in my sleeve got bullet holes up in my ceiling
My pillow in black as my saliva's diamondback venom
Yeah I could be at 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 but you don't even own a diesel
I hear you're as they come
but you hanging with my people
So put your camouflage on, take a picture with 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 rednecks 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 that Yamaha, chromed out 11
So many punchlines on my album my front cover is a aid, ho
Anybody who these flames need to purchase fucking solar cane
burn you like a drug am guilty
of to sell your ass some propane
I'm stolen coal through these swampy southern states
Hauling ten tonnes of ass in this Church train
Blowing smoke through the sky yeah baby I'm guy
Calling motherfuckers out but their numbers climb
'Cause I won't say their name even if they try to bait me
I'm a pro with this shit these sound like they still in training
Ain't got no living, half of the shit they're shit
And people wonder why I jump in the pits, slaying

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