Luyện nghe bài hát Redneck for Real

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

All I hear is some 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 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 don't ask me for a feature, we do it in the hills
Yeah, we some for real

Man I looked up to artists that turned out to be jokes
That's why I'm high strung like a two-stroke with a put out
Yeah on that Yamaha, chromed out 11 horses
So punchlines on my album my front cover is a band aid, ho
who wants these flames need to purchase fucking solar cane
I'll you like a drug am guilty
of trying to your ass some propane
I'm dumping stolen coal through these southern states
ten tonnes of ass in this fucking Church train
Blowing smoke the sky yeah baby I'm that guy
motherfuckers 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 shit these guys sound like they in training
got no living, ain't half of the shit they're shit
And people why I jump in the pits, stay slaying

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