Luyện nghe bài hát Whiskey In A Bottle

Still on ass like
up in ya like
Hand-puppets make a mute
You should've jumped in Impala homie
never seen ice baby
Not vanilla, not a breeze on the
Will a flame grab a chinchilla
Quite like the words I up to
Fuck guppies, I see food and I puppies
So give me king crap
And I'll break a
You seen
fuck 'em if he don't take it well
So crack the top off hot, shaking ale
And say "free young struggle" who's not making
He got by the feds
Fuck the cops! an L
Fuck it take M-N-O-P, how to spell
I'll up to the gate
And we'll skate on country faggots
And until then, 'em, they can have it
means
Slum American
Gutter raised worldwide dreams, yeah

Put hands to the sky
I'm a in the barrel with a hair pin trigger now
I'm a landslide
I'm a head case wreck avalanche comin' down
Put your to the sky
I'm a ready made
I'm in a bottle now
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
I'm whiskey in a now

Still on gas like
The of my signature shoe, 'Bama red
I'm on ass like Alabama did LSU
egg, oh lord
Bible Belt raised in your mouth like a sore
Ford's? Nah roll tide and roll Chevy's
My momma joints
Smoke off of the tip
a rolling stone
I'm in shit with these pigs
In side
Who you rolling with in the
hair weaves and air streams
Cigarette walls
Fuck, I can breathe
Spittin' pellets
Out of my fuckin' chili
But am I a billy? No!
I am the truth behind these fuckin'
redneck, you about as red as the color blue is
Call me a redneck, and I tattooed it
Because of the and I use it as therapy in music

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 made
I'm in a bottle now
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
I'm whiskey in a now

on that grass like
John Deeres yard is already cut
You can't get no here, uh
You fags it was swag you was stealing
It turns out I got no
Just years of street
So you go retards
Come hit bulls eye
I'll you three darts
One, my last album
Two, it my time
Three, my fuckin' mama's selling my online
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
But what?
(I'm in a bottle now)
Fuckin' right, I'm
I'm dirty three, I'm not a child who with rap to get a piece
clap, for no MC who's wack
Then get a slap
out my car and I'm smashed in a Caprice
I'm Jack sippin'
Whippin' wheels
Truck on
Illegal to ball
But dammit how good it
that black card
Park in the
Baby fire up the
party time

Put your to the sky
I'm a bullet in the barrel with a pin trigger now
I'm a landslide
I'm a head case train wreck comin' down
Put hands to the sky
I'm a made party
I'm in a bottle now
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
I'm whiskey in a now