Luyện nghe bài hát Redneck for Real

Eh, they call me a cousin fucker they got shitty insults
match me on a track because I think they smoking bath salts
Just laying on that ass 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 that is
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 to make it lit
Shit I ain't even in LA and I'm to build island
you come venture 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 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 is a million
I spit .45 up in my sleeve got bullet holes up in my ceiling
My pillow soaked in black as my saliva's venom
I could be at your feet
And you wouldn't even fucking
'cause you all 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 but you don't even own a diesel
I you're country as they come
but you ain't hanging 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 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 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 to purchase fucking solar cane
I'll you like a drug am guilty
of trying to sell your ass propane
I'm dumping stolen coal through swampy southern states
Hauling ten tonnes of ass in this fucking Church
Blowing smoke through the sky baby I'm that guy
Calling motherfuckers out but their numbers don't
'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, half of the shit they're shit
And people why I jump in the pits, stay slaying

All I hear is some about trucks y'all don't drive
some verses '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 come
but you ain't hanging with my
So put your camouflage on, take a picture with 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 some rednecks for