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 impala homie
Refrigerators never ice baby
Not vanilla, not a reason
Yela a flame grab a chinchilla
Quite like the I pulled up to
Fuck guppies, I see food in a puppy
So give me that crap
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" not making bail
He got popped by the
Fuck the cops! Take a
Fuck it take M-N-O-P, learn how to
pull up to the gate
And skate on this country faggots
And until then, fuck 'em, they can it
Slumerican
Slum breed
raised with worldwide dreams, yeah

Put your to the sky
I'm a in a barrel with 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 whiskey in a now

I'm whiskey in a now

on that gas like
The bottom of my shoe, 'Bama red
I'm on ass like Alabama did LSU
You said "Oh lord" Bible raised
In your mouth a cold sore
Rolled Ford's? Nah tide and rode Chevy's
My mama rolls
Smoke rolls off a timp
Daddy's a stone
I'm rolling in shit with these
And the south
Who you rolling in the sticks?
With weawes and airstreams
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 just it
of the abusin' I use it as therapy in music
So.

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 train wreck avalanche down
Put hands to the sky
I'm a ready party
I'm whiskey in a now

I'm whiskey in a now

on that grass like
John this yard is already cut
You get no work here, uh
You fags started swag, you was stealing
It turns out I got no
Just of street smarts
So here you go
Come hit bulls eye
give you three darts
One, my last album
Two, it wasn't my
Three, my fuckin' mama's my pajamas online
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
But guess
(I'm in a bottle now)
right, I'm aged
I'm dirty-3, I'm not a child who with crack to get a piece
Don't clap, for no MC who's
Then get a slap
out my car when I smashed in a Caprice
I'm Jack sippin'
wood wheels
Truck on
to play ball
But it how good it feels
Drop that card
in the backyard
Baby up the grill
It's party

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

I'm whiskey in a now