Luyện nghe bài hát Whiskey In A Bottle

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

Put hands to the sky
I'm a bullet in the with a hair pin trigger 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 whiskey in a now
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
I'm whiskey in a now

Still on gas like
The bottom of my signature shoe, red
I'm on that ass Alabama did LSU
Goose egg, oh
Bible Belt raised in your mouth a cold sore
Ford's? Nah roll tide and roll Chevy's
My momma joints
rolls off of the tip
Daddies a rolling
I'm rolling in shit these pigs
In side
Who you rolling in the sticks?
With weaves and air streams
Cigarette stained
Fuck, I can barely
Spittin' shotgun
Out of my fuckin' bowl
But am I a Hill No!
I am the truth behind these illusionist
Yellin' redneck, you as red as the color blue is
Call me a redneck, and I just it
Because of the and I use it as therapy in music

So, put hands to the sky
I'm a bullet in the barrel with a pin trigger now
Yeah I'm a
I'm a head case train wreck avalanche comin'
Put your to the sky
I'm a made party
I'm in a bottle now
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
I'm in a bottle now

Still on that like
John Deeres this is already cut
You get no work here, uh
You fags thought it was swag you was
It turns out I got no
years of street smarts
So you go retards
Come hit this eye
I'll give you darts
One, my last album
Two, it my time
Three, my mama's selling my pajamas online
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
But what?
(I'm in a bottle now)
Fuckin' right, I'm
I'm dirty three, I'm not a who plays with rap to get a piece
Don't clap, for no MC wack
Then get a slap
out my car and I'm smashed in a Caprice
I'm Jack still
Whippin' wheels
on steroids
Illegal to ball
But dammit how it feels
that black card
Park in the
Baby up the grill
It's time

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