Luyện nghe bài hát Whiskey In A Bottle [Explicit]

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

Put your to the sky
I'm a in a barrel with a hair pin trigger now
And I'mma
I'm a head case train avalanche comin' down
Put your 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 signature shoe, red
I'm on that ass like did LSU
You said "Oh lord" Belt raised
In your like a cold sore
Rolled Ford's? Nah tide and rode Chevy's
My mama joints
Smoke off with a timp
Daddy's a rolling
I'm in shit with these pigs
And the side
Who you rolling in the sticks?
With hair weawes and
stained walls
Fuck, I can barely
Spittin' pellets
Out of my fuckin' bowl.
But am I a billy, no!
I am the truth behind fuckin' illusionist
Yellin' redneck, you as red as the color blue is
Call me a redneck, and I 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 a hair pin trigger now
And landslide
I'm a head case train wreck avalanche comin'
Put your to the sky
I'm a ready made
I'm in a bottle now

I'm whiskey in a now

Still on grass like
John this yard is already cut
You get no work here, uh
You fags started with swag, you was
It out I got no peers
Just years of street
So you go retards
Come hit bulls eye
give you three darts
One, my last flopped
Two, it wasn't my
Three, my fuckin' selling my pajamas online
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
But guess
(I'm whiskey in a now)
Fuckin' right, I'm
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 free
Fuck out my car I smashed in a Caprice
I'm Jack still
wood wheels
Truck on
Illegal to play
But it how good it feels
that black card
Park in the
fire up the grill
It's time

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

I'm in a bottle now