Luyện nghe bài hát Whiskey In A Bottle [Explicit]

Still on ass like
up in it like
Hand-puppets makin' you
You should've in that impala homie
Refrigerators seen ice baby
Not vanilla, not a reason
Yela make a flame grab a
Quite like the I pulled up to
Fuck guppies, I see food in a hush
So give me king crap
And break a shell
You seen
Well fuck it, if he don't take it
So crack the top of hot, shaking ale
And say "free Young Struggle" not making bail
He got popped by the
Fuck the cops! Take a
Fuck it take M-N-O-P, how to spell
pull up to the gate
And we'll skate on this faggots
And until then, fuck 'em, can have it
Slumerican
American breed
Gutter raised worldwide dreams, yeah

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

I'm whiskey in a now

Still on that gas
The bottom of my signature shoe, red
I'm on ass like Alabama did LSU
You said "Oh lord" Bible raised
In your like a cold sore
Rolled Ford's? Nah roll tide and rode
My mama joints
Smoke rolls off a timp
Daddy's a stone
I'm rolling in shit with these
And the side
Who you rolling with in the
hair weawes and airstreams
Cigarette walls
Fuck, I can breathe
Spittin' shutgun
Out of my chili bowl.
But am I a billy, no!
I am the truth behind these fuckin'
Yellin' redneck, you as red as the color blue is
Call me a redneck, and I tatoo it
Because of the abusin' I use it as in music
So.

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

Still on grass like
John Deers this is already cut
You get no work here, uh
You fags with swag, you was stealing
It turns out I got no
years of street smarts
So here you go
Come hit bulls eye
I'll give you darts
One, my last album
Two, it wasn't my
Three, my fuckin' selling my pajamas online
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
But what?
(I'm in a bottle 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
get a free slap
Fuck out my car when I in a Caprice
I'm Jack sippin'
Whippin' wheels
on steriods
Illegal to play
But damn it how it feels
Drop black card
Park in the
Baby fire up the
party time

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

I'm in a bottle now