Luyện nghe bài hát Redneck for Real

Eh, they call me a fucker they got some shitty insults
Can't match me on a track because I think they smoking salts
Just laying on that ass while looking and cracked out
These got me twisted Dixie, I run it in the south
Shit I'm the Connor McGregor of country rap that is
I fuck around and get high and a album by accident
The shit I put out the more haters become irrelevant
I'm spitting fucking flames and need kerosene to make it lit
I ain't even in LA and I'm starting to build island
Won't you venture in my jungle where I hang out with problems
And I ain't even 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 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 soaked in as my saliva's diamondback venom
I could be at your feet
And you wouldn't fucking know
'cause you all the creep, son

All I hear is some songs about trucks y'all don't
With some 'bout hot girls you ain't got in real life
I hear ya 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 ain't got deals
And don't ask me for a feature, we do it in the hills
Yeah, we some rednecks for

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

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