Luyện nghe bài hát Whiskey In A Bottle [Explicit]

Still on ass like
up in it like
Hand-puppets makin' you
You should've in that impala homie
Refrigerators never seen ice
Not vanilla, not a that
Yela make a flame a chinchilla
Quite like the I pulled up to
Fuck guppies, I see in a hush puppy
So give me that king
And I'll break a
You seen
Well fuck it, if he take it well
So crack the top of hot, shaking ale
And say "free Young Struggle" who's not making
He got by the feds
Fuck the cops! Take a
it take M-N-O-P, learn how to spell
I'll pull up to the
And we'll skate on this country
And then, fuck 'em, they can have it
Slumerican
Slum breed
raised with worldwide dreams, yeah

Put hands to the sky
I'm a bullet in a with 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 in a bottle now

on that gas like
The of my signature shoe, 'Bama red
I'm on ass like Alabama did LSU
You said "Oh lord" Belt raised
In your mouth like a cold
Rolled Ford's? Nah tide and rode Chevy's
My rolls joints
rolls off with a timp
Daddy's a rolling
I'm rolling in shit with these
And the south
Who you with in the sticks?
With weawes and airstreams
Cigarette stained
Fuck, I can barely
Spittin' pellets
Out of my chili bowl.
But am I a billy, no!
I am the truth behind fuckin' illusionist
Yellin' redneck, you as red as the color blue is
me a redneck, and I just tatoo it
Because of the abusin' I use it as therapy in
So.

Put hands to the sky
I'm a bullet in a barrel with a hair pin now
And landslide
I'm a case train wreck avalanche comin' down
Put your to the sky
I'm a made party
I'm whiskey in a now

I'm in a bottle now

Still on that like
John this yard is already cut
You can't get no here, uh
You fags started swag, you was stealing
It out I got no peers
Just years of smarts
So here you go
Come hit bulls eye
I'll give you three
One, my last album
Two, it wasn't my
Three, my fuckin' mama's selling my 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 crack to get a piece
Don't clap, for no MC wack
get a free slap
Fuck out my car I smashed in a Caprice
I'm Jack sippin'
Whippin' wheels
Truck on
to play ball
But it how good it feels
that black card
Park in the
fire up the grill
It's time

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

I'm in a bottle now