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 jumped in that homie
Refrigerators seen ice baby
Not vanilla, not a reason
Yela make a grab a chinchilla
Quite the words I pulled up to
Fuck guppies, I see food in a puppy
So me that king crap
And I'll a shell
You seen
Well fuck it, if he take it well
So crack the top of that hot, ale
And say "free Struggle" who's not making bail
He got popped by the
the cops! Take a nail
Fuck it M-N-O-P, learn how to spell
I'll up to the gate
And skate on this country faggots
And until then, fuck 'em, can have it
means
Slum American
raised with 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 case wreck avalanche comin' down
Put your to the sky
I'm a made party
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 that ass Alabama did LSU
You said "Oh lord" Belt raised
In your mouth a cold sore
Rolled Nah roll tide and rode Chevy's
My mama joints
rolls off with a timp
Daddy's a rolling
I'm rolling in shit with pigs
And the south
Who you with in the sticks?
hair weawes and airstreams
Cigarette walls
Fuck, I can barely
Spittin' shutgun
Out of my chili bowl.
But am I a billy, no!
I am the truth these fuckin' illusionist
Yellin' redneck, you about as red as the blue is
Call me a redneck, and I tatoo it
of the abusin' 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 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 in a bottle now

on that grass like
John Deers yard is already cut
You can't get no here, uh
You started with swag, you was stealing
It turns out I got no
Just years of street
So here you go
Come hit this eye
give you three darts
One, my last flopped
Two, it my time
Three, my fuckin' mama's selling my online
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
But guess
(I'm whiskey in a 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 smashed in a
I'm Jack still
wood wheels
Truck on
Illegal to ball
But damn it how good it
Drop that black
in the backyard
Baby up the grill
It's time

Put hands to the sky
I'm a in a barrel 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 party
I'm in a bottle now

I'm whiskey in a now