Luyện nghe bài hát Whiskey In A Bottle [Explicit]

Still on that ass
up in it like
Hand-puppets you holler
You jumped in that impala homie
never seen ice baby
Not vanilla, not a reason
Yela a flame grab a chinchilla
Quite like the words I up to
Fuck guppies, I see food in a puppy
So me that king crap
And I'll break a
You seen
Well fuck it, if he don't take it
So the top of that hot, shaking ale
And say "free Young Struggle" who's not bail
He got by the feds
Fuck the cops! Take a
Fuck it take M-N-O-P, learn how to
I'll up to the gate
And skate on this country faggots
And until then, fuck 'em, can have it
means
Slum American
raised with worldwide dreams, yeah

Put your to the sky
I'm a bullet in a with a hair pin trigger now
And I'mma
I'm a head case wreck avalanche comin' down
Put your to the sky
I'm a ready party
I'm whiskey in a now

I'm in a bottle now

on that gas like
The bottom of my shoe, 'Bama red
I'm on ass like Alabama did LSU
You said "Oh lord" Bible raised
In your mouth like a sore
Rolled Ford's? Nah roll tide and Chevy's
My mama joints
rolls off with a timp
Daddy's a rolling
I'm rolling in shit with these
And the side
Who you with in the sticks?
With weawes and airstreams
Cigarette walls
Fuck, I can breathe
shutgun pellets
Out of my fuckin' bowl.
But am I a billy, no!
I am the behind these fuckin' illusionist
redneck, you about as red as the color blue is
Call me a redneck, and I just it
Because of the I use it as therapy in music
So.

Put hands to the sky
I'm a bullet in a barrel with a hair pin now
And landslide
I'm a head case train wreck avalanche down
Put hands to the sky
I'm a made party
I'm in a bottle now

I'm in a bottle now

Still on that grass
Deers this yard is already cut
You get no work here, uh
You fags with swag, 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 three
One, my last album
Two, it wasn't my
Three, my fuckin' mama's selling my online
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
But what?
(I'm whiskey in a now)
right, I'm aged
I'm dirty-3, I'm not a who plays with crack to get a piece
clap, for no MC who's wack
Then get a free
out my car when I smashed in a Caprice
I'm Jack still
Whippin' wheels
Truck on
Illegal to play
But it how good it feels
that black card
Park in the
Baby fire up the
It's party

Put hands to the sky
I'm a bullet in a barrel a hair pin trigger now
And I'mma
I'm a head case wreck avalanche comin' down
Put your to the sky
I'm a ready made
I'm whiskey in a now

I'm in a bottle now