Luyện nghe bài hát Whiskey In A Bottle [Explicit]

Still on ass like
Handcuff's up in it
Hand-puppets you holler
You should've in that impala homie
never seen 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 that king
And I'll break a
You that?
Well fuck it, if he don't it well
So crack the top of that hot, ale
And say "free Young Struggle" who's not making
He got by the feds
Fuck the cops! Take a
Fuck it take M-N-O-P, learn how to
pull up to the gate
And we'll on this country faggots
And until then, fuck 'em, can have it
means
Slum American
Gutter raised with worldwide dreams,

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

I'm whiskey in a now

Still on gas like
The bottom of my shoe, 'Bama red
I'm on that ass like did LSU
You said "Oh lord" Belt raised
In your mouth like a sore
Rolled Ford's? Nah roll tide and Chevy's
My rolls joints
rolls off with a timp
Daddy's a stone
I'm rolling in shit with these
And the south
Who you with in the sticks?
With hair weawes and
stained walls
Fuck, I can breathe
Spittin' shutgun
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 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 ready made
I'm in a bottle now

I'm whiskey in a now

Still on that grass
John Deers this is already cut
You get no work here, uh
You fags started swag, you was stealing
It out I got no peers
years of street smarts
So you go retards
hit this bulls eye
I'll give you darts
One, my last album
Two, it wasn't my
Three, my fuckin' mama's my pajamas online
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
But what?
(I'm in a bottle now)
Fuckin' right, I'm
I'm dirty-3, I'm not a child who plays with to get a piece
Don't clap, for no MC wack
get a free slap
Fuck out my car when I in a Caprice
I'm Jack still
wood wheels
Truck on
to play ball
But damn it how it feels
Drop that card
Park in the
Baby up the grill
It's party

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

I'm in a bottle now