Luyện nghe bài hát Redneck for Real

Eh, they call me a cousin fucker they got some shitty
Can't match me on a because I think they smoking bath salts
Just laying on that ass looking dingy and cracked out
got me twisted whistling Dixie, I run it in the south
Shit I'm the Connor of country rap that 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 fucking flames and don't need kerosene to it lit
I ain't even in LA and I'm starting to build island
Won't you come 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 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 soaked in as my saliva's diamondback venom
Yeah I could be at your
And you wouldn't even know
you all playing 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 blowing smoke but you don't even own a diesel
I hear country as they come
but you hanging with my people
So put your camouflage on, take a picture some 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 some rednecks for

Man I looked up to artists that turned out to be some
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 punchlines on my album my front cover is a band aid, ho
Anybody who wants these flames need to purchase fucking cane
I'll burn you like a am guilty
of trying to sell your ass propane
I'm stolen coal through these swampy southern states
ten tonnes of ass in this fucking Church train
Blowing smoke the sky yeah baby I'm that guy
Calling motherfuckers out but their don't climb
'Cause I won't ever say their 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 shit shit
And wonder why I jump in the pits, stay slaying

All I hear is some songs about trucks don't drive
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 hear you're as they come
but you ain't hanging with my
So put your on, take a picture with some wheels
Act like 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