Luyện nghe bài hát Redneck for Real

Eh, they call me a cousin they got some shitty insults
Can't match me on a track because I think they smoking bath
laying on that 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 around and get and release a album by accident
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 starting to build
Won't you come venture in my jungle where I out with problems
And I ain't even hard 'cause ain't 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 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 verses 'bout hot girls you ain't got in 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 my people
So put your camouflage on, take a picture with wheels
Act like you're 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 for real

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

All I hear is some songs trucks y'all don't drive
With some verses 'bout hot girls you ain't got in real
I ya blowing black smoke but you don't even own a diesel
I you're country as they come
but you hanging with my people
So put your 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