Luyện nghe bài hát Whiskey In A Bottle [Explicit]

Still on that ass
Handcuff's up in it
makin' you holler
You should've jumped in impala homie
Refrigerators seen ice baby
Not vanilla, not a reason
Yela make a flame a chinchilla
Quite like the words I up to
Fuck guppies, I see food in a hush
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 bail
He got popped by the
Fuck the cops! a nail
Fuck it take M-N-O-P, learn how to
I'll pull up to the
And we'll skate on this faggots
And until then, fuck 'em, can have it
means
Slum American
Gutter raised with worldwide dreams,

Put your to the sky
I'm a bullet in a barrel with a pin trigger now
And landslide
I'm a head case train wreck avalanche down
Put your 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 signature shoe, red
I'm on that ass Alabama did LSU
You said "Oh lord" Bible Belt
In mouth like a cold sore
Rolled Nah roll tide and rode Chevy's
My mama joints
Smoke rolls off a timp
Daddy's a stone
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
shutgun pellets
Out of my fuckin' bowl.
But am I a billy, no!
I am the truth behind these fuckin'
redneck, you about as red as the color blue is
Call me a redneck, and I just it
of the abusin' I use it as therapy in music
So.

Put hands to the sky
I'm a bullet in a barrel with a hair pin now
And landslide
I'm a case train wreck avalanche comin' down
Put your to the sky
I'm a ready made
I'm in a bottle now

I'm whiskey in a now

Still on that grass
John Deers this yard is cut
You can't get no here, uh
You fags started swag, you was stealing
It turns out I got no
years of street smarts
So here you go
hit this bulls eye
I'll give you darts
One, my album flopped
Two, it my time
Three, my fuckin' selling my pajamas online
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
But guess
(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
clap, for no MC who's wack
Then get a free
Fuck out my car when I smashed in a
I'm Jack still
Whippin' wood
Truck on
Illegal to ball
But it how good it feels
that black card
Park in the
fire up the grill
It's time

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

I'm whiskey in a now