Luyện nghe bài hát Redneck for Real

Eh, they call me a cousin fucker they got some insults
Can't match me on a track because I think they bath salts
Just laying on ass while looking dingy and cracked out
These got me twisted whistling Dixie, I run it in the
Shit I'm the Connor McGregor of country rap that is
I fuck around and get high and release a album by
The more shit I put out the more haters irrelevant
I'm spitting fucking flames and need kerosene to make it lit
Shit I ain't even in LA and I'm to build island
Won't you come venture in my jungle where I hang out problems
And I ain't even went hard 'cause nobody made irate
My voltage at a 3, don't make it crank 8
Pissing off my competition but you hear me go diss 'em
'Cause it ain't gon' benefit me unless their is a million
I spit .45 up in my sleeve got bullet holes up in my ceiling
My pillow in black 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 don't drive
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 country as they come
but you ain't hanging with my
So put your camouflage on, take a 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 different in the
Yeah, we some rednecks for

Man I looked up to artists that turned out to be jokes
That's why I'm high strung a two-stroke with a put out choke
wing-wing on that Yamaha, chromed out 11 horses
So many punchlines on my album my front is a band aid, ho
Anybody who wants these flames need to fucking solar cane
I'll you like a drug am guilty
of trying to sell ass some propane
I'm dumping stolen coal through these swampy southern
ten tonnes of ass in this fucking Church train
Blowing through the sky yeah baby I'm that guy
Calling motherfuckers out but their numbers don't
I won't 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, half of the shit they're shit
And people wonder why I jump in the pits, stay

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