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 never ice baby
Not vanilla, not a reason
Yela make a flame a chinchilla
like the words 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 it well
So crack the top of that hot, ale
And say "free Young Struggle" not making bail
He got by the feds
the cops! Take a nail
Fuck it take M-N-O-P, how to spell
I'll up to the gate
And we'll on this country faggots
And then, fuck 'em, they can have it
means
Slum breed
Gutter with worldwide dreams, yeah

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

on that gas like
The bottom of my shoe, 'Bama red
I'm on that ass Alabama did LSU
You "Oh lord" Bible Belt raised
In your like a cold sore
Rolled Ford's? Nah roll and rode Chevy's
My rolls joints
Smoke rolls off with a
Daddy's a stone
I'm rolling in with these pigs
And the side
Who you with in the sticks?
With weawes and airstreams
Cigarette walls
Fuck, I can breathe
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
me a redneck, and I just tatoo it
Because of the I use it as therapy in music
So.

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 hands to the sky
I'm a made party
I'm whiskey in a 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 out I got no peers
Just years of street
So here you go
Come hit bulls eye
give you three darts
One, my album flopped
Two, it wasn't my
Three, my fuckin' mama's selling my online
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
But what?
(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
clap, for no MC who's wack
Then get a free
Fuck out my car when I smashed in a
I'm sippin' still
Whippin' wood
Truck on
Illegal to ball
But it how good it feels
Drop that card
Park in the
Baby fire up the
It's time

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

I'm in a bottle now