Luyện nghe bài hát Whiskey In A Bottle [Explicit]

Still on that ass
Handcuff's up in it
makin' you holler
You should've jumped in impala homie
Refrigerators seen ice baby
Not vanilla, not a that
Yela a flame grab a chinchilla
Quite like the words I up to
Fuck guppies, I see in a hush puppy
So give me that crap
And I'll break a
You that?
Well it, if he don't take 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, learn how to
pull up to the gate
And we'll skate on this country
And until then, fuck 'em, can have it
means
Slum American
Gutter raised worldwide dreams, yeah

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 party
I'm whiskey in a now

I'm whiskey in a now

Still on gas like
The of my signature shoe, 'Bama red
I'm on that ass Alabama did LSU
You "Oh lord" Bible Belt raised
In your like a cold sore
Rolled Nah roll tide and rode Chevy's
My mama rolls
Smoke rolls off a timp
Daddy's a rolling
I'm rolling in shit with pigs
And the side
Who you rolling with in the
With weawes and airstreams
stained walls
Fuck, I can breathe
Spittin' 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
Call me a redneck, and I just 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 landslide
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 in a bottle now

Still on grass like
Deers this yard is already cut
You get no work here, uh
You started with swag, you was stealing
It out I got no peers
Just years of smarts
So you go retards
Come hit bulls eye
I'll give you three
One, my last flopped
Two, it my time
Three, my fuckin' mama's selling my pajamas
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
But guess
(I'm in a bottle now)
right, I'm aged
I'm dirty-3, I'm not a child who plays with to get a piece
Don't clap, for no MC wack
Then get a free
Fuck out my car when I in a Caprice
I'm sippin' still
Whippin' wheels
on steriods
Illegal to ball
But damn it how good it
Drop black card
in the backyard
Baby up the grill
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 train wreck avalanche comin' down
Put your to the sky
I'm a made party
I'm whiskey in a now

I'm whiskey in a now