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 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 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
Shit I ain't even in LA and I'm starting to island
Won't you come in my jungle where I hang out with 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' me unless their fanbase is a million
I .45 rounds up in my sleeve got bullet holes up in my ceiling
My soaked in black as my saliva's diamondback venom
Yeah I could be at your
And you even fucking know
you all playing 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 life
I hear ya blowing black smoke but you don't own a diesel
I you're country as they come
but you ain't with my people
So put camouflage on, take a picture 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 rednecks for real

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

All I is some songs about trucks y'all don't drive
With some 'bout hot girls you ain't got in real life
I ya blowing black 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 different in the
Yeah, we rednecks for real