Luyện nghe bài hát Whiskey In A Bottle [Explicit]

Still on that ass
Handcuff's up in it
Hand-puppets makin' you
You should've jumped in that impala
Refrigerators never ice baby
Not vanilla, not a reason
Yela make a grab a chinchilla
like the words I pulled up to
Fuck guppies, I see in a hush puppy
So give me that king
And break a shell
You that?
Well fuck it, if he take it well
So the top of that hot, shaking ale
And say "free Struggle" who's not making bail
He got by the feds
Fuck the cops! a nail
it take M-N-O-P, learn 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 raised worldwide dreams, yeah

Put hands to the sky
I'm a in a barrel with a hair pin trigger now
And landslide
I'm a head case train wreck comin' 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 gas like
The of my signature shoe, 'Bama red
I'm on that ass like did LSU
You "Oh lord" Bible Belt raised
In mouth like a cold sore
Rolled Ford's? Nah roll tide and rode
My rolls joints
Smoke rolls off with a
a rolling stone
I'm in shit with these pigs
And the side
Who you rolling with in the
With hair and airstreams
stained walls
Fuck, I can barely
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 color is
me a redneck, and I just tatoo it
Because of the abusin' I use it as therapy in
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 train wreck avalanche comin' down
Put your to the sky
I'm a ready made
I'm whiskey in a now

I'm whiskey in a now

Still on grass like
John Deers this yard is cut
You can't get no here, uh
You started with swag, you was stealing
It out I got no peers
Just of street smarts
So here you go
Come hit bulls eye
I'll give you three
One, my album flopped
Two, it my time
Three, my mama's selling my pajamas online
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
But what?
(I'm whiskey in a now)
Fuckin' right, I'm
I'm dirty-3, I'm not a child who plays with crack to get a
Don't clap, for no MC wack
get a free slap
Fuck out my car I smashed in a Caprice
I'm Jack still
Whippin' wood
on steriods
Illegal to ball
But it how good it feels
Drop black card
in the backyard
Baby fire up the
party time

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

I'm whiskey in a now