Luyện nghe bài hát Whiskey In A Bottle

Still on ass like
up in ya like
Hand-puppets make a mute
You jumped in that Impala homie
Refrigerators seen ice baby
Not vanilla, not a breeze on the
Will make a grab a chinchilla
Quite like the words I up to
guppies, I see food and I hush puppies
So give me that crap
And break a shell
You that?
Well fuck 'em if he don't 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
I'll up to the gate
And we'll skate on country faggots
And then, fuck 'em, they can have it
means
Slum breed
Gutter raised with worldwide dreams,

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 train avalanche comin' down
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 gas
The bottom of my signature shoe, red
I'm on ass like Alabama did LSU
Goose egg, oh
Bible Belt raised in your mouth a cold sore
Rolled Ford's? Nah roll and roll Chevy's
My momma rolls
Smoke off of the tip
a rolling stone
I'm rolling in shit with these
In south
Who you rolling with in the
hair weaves and air streams
Cigarette stained
Fuck, I can breathe
shotgun pellets
Out of my chili bowl
But am I a Hill No!
I am the truth behind fuckin' 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 with a hair pin trigger now
Yeah I'm a
I'm a head case train wreck avalanche down
Put your to the sky
I'm a made party
I'm whiskey in a now
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
I'm in a bottle now

on that grass like
John this yard is already cut
You get no work here, uh
You fags it was swag you was stealing
It turns out I got no
Just years of street
So you go retards
hit this bulls eye
I'll you three darts
One, my last album
Two, it my time
Three, my fuckin' selling my pajamas online
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
But guess
(I'm whiskey in a now)
Fuckin' right, I'm
I'm dirty three, I'm not a child who plays with rap to get a
Don't clap, for no MC wack
get a free slap
Fuck out my car and I'm in a Caprice
I'm Jack sippin'
Whippin' wood
on steroids
Illegal to ball
But dammit how it feels
Drop that black
in the backyard
Baby fire up the
It's party

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 hands to the sky
I'm a ready party
I'm in a bottle now
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
I'm in a bottle now