Luyện nghe bài hát Whiskey In A Bottle [Explicit]

Still on ass like
Handcuff's up in it
makin' you holler
You should've jumped in impala homie
never seen ice baby
Not vanilla, not a reason
Yela make a 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 crack the top of hot, shaking ale
And say "free Young Struggle" who's not making
He got popped by the
Fuck the cops! a nail
Fuck it M-N-O-P, learn how to spell
pull up to the gate
And we'll on this country faggots
And then, fuck 'em, they can have it
means
Slum American
Gutter raised with dreams, yeah

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 hands to the sky
I'm a ready made
I'm whiskey in a now

I'm whiskey in a now

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

Put your to the sky
I'm a bullet in a with a hair pin trigger now
And I'mma
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

I'm in a bottle now

Still on grass like
Deers this yard is already cut
You get no work here, uh
You fags started with swag, you was
It out I got no peers
Just years of street
So you go retards
Come hit this eye
give you three darts
One, my last flopped
Two, it my time
Three, my fuckin' mama's my pajamas online
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
But guess
(I'm whiskey in a now)
Fuckin' right, I'm
I'm dirty-3, I'm not a child who with crack to get a piece
Don't clap, for no MC who's
Then get a slap
Fuck out my car when I smashed in a
I'm sippin' still
Whippin' wheels
on steriods
Illegal to play
But damn it how it feels
Drop black card
Park in the
fire up the grill
It's time

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

I'm in a bottle now