Luyện nghe bài hát Whiskey In A Bottle

Still on ass like
up in ya like
Hand-puppets make a holla
You should've jumped in that homie
Refrigerators never seen ice
Not vanilla, not a on the hill
Will make a grab a chinchilla
Quite the words I built up to
guppies, I see food and I hush puppies
So give me king crap
And break a shell
You seen
Well fuck 'em if he don't it well
So the top off that hot, shaking ale
And say "free young struggle" who's not bail
He got by the feds
the cops! Take an L
Fuck it take M-N-O-P, learn how to
pull up to the gate
And skate on these country faggots
And until then, 'em, they can have it
Slumerican
Slum breed
Gutter raised with dreams, yeah

Put hands to the sky
I'm a bullet in the with a hair pin trigger now
Yeah I'm a
I'm a head case train wreck comin' down
Put hands to the sky
I'm a ready party
I'm in a bottle now
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
I'm in a bottle now

Still on that gas
The bottom of my signature shoe, red
I'm on ass like Alabama did LSU
egg, oh lord
Bible raised in your mouth like a cold sore
Rolled Nah roll tide and roll Chevy's
My rolls joints
rolls off of the tip
Daddies a stone
I'm rolling in with these pigs
In south
Who you with in the sticks?
hair weaves and air streams
Cigarette walls
Fuck, I can barely
Spittin' shotgun
Out of my chili bowl
But am I a Hill No!
I am the behind these fuckin' illusionist
Yellin' redneck, you about as red as the color is
me a redneck, and I just tattooed it
Because of the abuse and I use it as therapy in

So, put your to the sky
I'm a bullet in the barrel with a hair pin now
I'm a landslide
I'm a head case train avalanche comin' down
Put hands to the sky
I'm a ready party
I'm in a bottle now
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
I'm in a bottle now

Still on that like
John this yard is already cut
You get no work here, uh
You fags thought it was you was stealing
It out I got no peers
Just years of smarts
So here you go
Come hit bulls eye
I'll give you darts
One, my album flopped
Two, it wasn't my
Three, my fuckin' mama's selling my pajamas
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
But what?
(I'm whiskey in a now)
Fuckin' right, I'm
I'm dirty three, I'm not a child who plays rap to get a piece
Don't clap, for no MC who's
Then get a free
Fuck out my car and I'm in a Caprice
I'm Jack still
wood wheels
Truck on
Illegal to play
But dammit how it feels
Drop that card
Park in the
Baby up the grill
party time

Put hands to the sky
I'm a bullet in the barrel with a hair pin now
Yeah I'm a
I'm a case train wreck avalanche comin' down
Put your to the sky
I'm a made party
I'm whiskey in a now
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
I'm whiskey in a now