Luyện nghe bài hát Whiskey In A Bottle [Explicit]

Still on that ass
Handcuff's up in it
Hand-puppets you holler
You should've jumped in that impala
Refrigerators never seen ice
Not vanilla, not a that
Yela make a flame grab a
like the words I pulled up to
Fuck guppies, I see food in a puppy
So me that king crap
And break a shell
You seen
fuck it, if he don't take it well
So crack the top of hot, shaking ale
And say "free Struggle" who's not making bail
He got popped by the
the cops! Take a nail
Fuck it take M-N-O-P, how to spell
I'll pull up to the
And we'll skate on this country
And until then, 'em, they can have it
means
Slum breed
Gutter with worldwide dreams, yeah

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

I'm whiskey in a now

Still on that gas
The bottom of my shoe, 'Bama red
I'm on that ass Alabama did LSU
You said "Oh lord" Belt raised
In mouth like a cold sore
Rolled Ford's? Nah roll tide and Chevy's
My mama rolls
Smoke off with a timp
a rolling stone
I'm rolling in with these pigs
And the south
Who you rolling in the sticks?
hair weawes and airstreams
Cigarette stained
Fuck, I can barely
Spittin' shutgun
Out of my chili bowl.
But am I a billy, no!
I am the truth behind fuckin' illusionist
Yellin' redneck, you about as red as the color 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 in a barrel with a hair pin trigger now
And I'mma
I'm a head case train wreck comin' down
Put hands to the sky
I'm a ready party
I'm whiskey in a now

I'm in a bottle now

Still on that like
John this yard is already cut
You get no work here, uh
You fags started with swag, you was
It turns out I got no
years of street smarts
So here you go
Come hit this eye
I'll give you darts
One, my last album
Two, it wasn't my
Three, my fuckin' mama's selling my pajamas
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
But guess
(I'm whiskey in a now)
right, I'm aged
I'm dirty-3, I'm not a child who with crack to get a piece
clap, for no MC who's wack
Then get a slap
Fuck out my car I smashed in a Caprice
I'm Jack sippin'
Whippin' wheels
on steriods
Illegal to play
But damn it how it feels
Drop black card
in the backyard
Baby fire up the
It's party

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

I'm whiskey in a now