Luyện nghe bài hát Whiskey In A Bottle [Explicit]

Still on that ass
up in it like
Hand-puppets makin' you
You should've jumped in impala homie
Refrigerators seen ice baby
Not vanilla, not a reason
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 a shell
You that?
Well it, if he don't take it well
So the top of that hot, shaking ale
And say "free Young Struggle" who's not bail
He got popped by the
the cops! Take a nail
Fuck it M-N-O-P, learn how to spell
I'll up to the gate
And we'll skate on this country
And until then, fuck 'em, they can it
Slumerican
Slum American
raised with worldwide dreams, yeah

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 comin' down
Put your 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" Bible Belt
In your like a cold sore
Rolled Ford's? Nah roll and rode Chevy's
My rolls joints
rolls off with a timp
Daddy's a rolling
I'm rolling in shit these pigs
And the side
Who you rolling with in the
With hair weawes and
Cigarette walls
Fuck, I can barely
shutgun pellets
Out of my chili 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 abusin' I use it as therapy in
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 comin' down
Put hands to the sky
I'm a made party
I'm in a bottle now

I'm whiskey in a now

on that grass like
John this yard is already cut
You can't get no here, uh
You fags with swag, you was stealing
It out I got no peers
Just years of street
So you go retards
hit this bulls eye
I'll you three darts
One, my album flopped
Two, it wasn't my
Three, my fuckin' mama's my pajamas online
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
But what?
(I'm in a bottle now)
Fuckin' right, I'm
I'm dirty-3, I'm not a child who plays crack to get a piece
Don't clap, for no MC wack
get a free slap
Fuck out my car when I smashed in a
I'm Jack still
Whippin' wheels
on steriods
Illegal to play
But damn it how it feels
that black card
Park in the
Baby up the grill
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 train wreck avalanche down
Put hands to the sky
I'm a ready party
I'm in a bottle now

I'm in a bottle now