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 seen ice baby
Not vanilla, not a reason
Yela make a grab a chinchilla
Quite like the I pulled up to
guppies, I see food in a hush puppy
So give me that crap
And break a shell
You seen
Well fuck it, if he take it well
So crack the top of hot, shaking ale
And say "free Struggle" who's not making bail
He got by the feds
the cops! Take a nail
Fuck it take M-N-O-P, how to spell
I'll pull up to the
And we'll on this country faggots
And until then, 'em, they can have it
Slumerican
Slum American
Gutter with worldwide dreams, yeah

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

I'm whiskey in a now

on that gas like
The of my signature shoe, 'Bama red
I'm on that ass Alabama did LSU
You said "Oh lord" Bible raised
In your mouth like a sore
Rolled Ford's? Nah roll tide and rode
My mama joints
Smoke rolls off with a
Daddy's a rolling
I'm rolling in with these pigs
And the south
Who you rolling in the sticks?
With hair weawes and
Cigarette walls
Fuck, I can barely
Spittin' pellets
Out of my fuckin' 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 I use it as therapy in music
So.

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

I'm in a bottle now

Still on that grass
John Deers yard is already cut
You get no work here, uh
You fags started with swag, you was
It turns out I got no
Just years of smarts
So here you go
hit this bulls eye
I'll give you three
One, my album flopped
Two, it wasn't my
Three, my fuckin' selling 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
Then get a slap
Fuck out my car I smashed in a Caprice
I'm Jack still
Whippin' wheels
on steriods
Illegal to play
But it how good it feels
that black card
Park in the
fire up the grill
It's party

Put your to the sky
I'm a in a barrel with a hair pin trigger now
And landslide
I'm a head case train wreck avalanche down
Put your to the sky
I'm a ready party
I'm whiskey in a now

I'm whiskey in a now