Luyện nghe bài hát Redneck for Real

Eh, they call me a cousin fucker they got some shitty
Can't me on a track because I think they smoking bath salts
Just laying on that ass while dingy and cracked out
got me twisted whistling Dixie, I run it in the south
Shit I'm the McGregor of country rap that is evident
I fuck around and get high and release a album by
The more shit I put out the haters become irrelevant
I'm spitting fucking flames and don't kerosene to make it lit
I ain't even 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 ain't nobody made irate
My at a 3, don't make it crank high 8
off my competition 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 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 even fucking know
'cause you all the creep, son

All I hear is some songs about 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 don't even own a
I hear you're country as they
but you hanging with my people
So put camouflage on, take a picture with some wheels
Act you're working hard 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

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
Yeah wing-wing on Yamaha, chromed out 11 horses
So many punchlines on my my front cover is a band aid, ho
Anybody who wants these flames to purchase fucking solar cane
I'll burn you a drug am guilty
of trying to sell your ass propane
I'm dumping stolen coal these swampy southern states
Hauling ten tonnes of ass in fucking Church train
Blowing through the sky yeah baby I'm that guy
Calling motherfuckers out but numbers don't climb
'Cause I ever say their name even if they try to bait me
I'm a pro this shit 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 jump in the pits, stay

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