Luyện nghe bài hát Whiskey In A Bottle [Explicit]

Still on ass like
up in it like
Hand-puppets makin' you
You jumped in that impala homie
Refrigerators never seen ice
Not vanilla, not a that
Yela a flame grab a chinchilla
like the words I pulled up to
Fuck guppies, I see in a hush puppy
So give me that king
And I'll break a
You that?
fuck it, if he don't take it well
So the top of that hot, shaking ale
And say "free Young Struggle" who's not making
He got popped by the
the cops! Take a nail
Fuck it take M-N-O-P, learn how to
I'll pull up to the
And we'll on this country faggots
And until then, fuck 'em, they can it
Slumerican
American breed
Gutter raised with worldwide dreams,

Put hands to the sky
I'm a bullet in a barrel with a hair pin now
And I'mma
I'm a case train wreck avalanche comin' 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 gas
The of my signature shoe, 'Bama red
I'm on ass like Alabama did LSU
You said "Oh lord" Bible raised
In mouth like a cold sore
Rolled Nah roll tide and rode Chevy's
My mama rolls
rolls off with a timp
Daddy's a stone
I'm rolling in shit these pigs
And the south
Who you rolling with in the
With weawes and airstreams
stained walls
Fuck, I can barely
shutgun pellets
Out of my chili bowl.
But am I a billy, no!
I am the truth behind fuckin' illusionist
Yellin' redneck, you as red as the color blue is
me a redneck, and I just tatoo it
Because of the abusin' I use it as in music
So.

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

I'm whiskey in a now

Still on that grass
John Deers yard is already cut
You can't get no here, uh
You fags started swag, you was stealing
It turns out I got no
Just years of street
So you go retards
Come hit this eye
I'll you three darts
One, my last album
Two, it wasn't my
Three, my fuckin' selling my pajamas online
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
But guess
(I'm whiskey in a now)
right, I'm aged
I'm dirty-3, I'm not a child who plays crack to get a piece
Don't clap, for no MC who's
Then get a slap
Fuck out my car I smashed in a Caprice
I'm Jack sippin'
wood wheels
Truck on
to play ball
But it how good it feels
Drop that black
Park in the
Baby fire up the
It's party

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

I'm in a bottle now