Luyện nghe bài hát Whiskey In A Bottle [Explicit]

Still on that ass
up in it like
Hand-puppets you holler
You should've jumped in that homie
Refrigerators never ice baby
Not vanilla, not a reason
make a flame grab a chinchilla
Quite like the I pulled up to
guppies, I see food in a hush puppy
So me that king crap
And I'll break a
You that?
fuck it, if he don't take it well
So the top of that hot, shaking ale
And say "free Young Struggle" not making bail
He got popped by the
Fuck the cops! a nail
Fuck it take M-N-O-P, learn how to
pull up to the gate
And we'll skate on this faggots
And until then, fuck 'em, can have it
Slumerican
American breed
Gutter raised 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 avalanche comin' down
Put hands to the sky
I'm a ready party
I'm whiskey in a now

I'm in a bottle now

on that gas like
The of my signature shoe, 'Bama red
I'm on that ass like did LSU
You "Oh lord" Bible Belt raised
In your like a cold sore
Rolled Ford's? Nah roll tide and Chevy's
My mama rolls
Smoke rolls off with a
Daddy's a stone
I'm rolling in shit with these
And the side
Who you with in the sticks?
With hair weawes and
Cigarette stained
Fuck, I can breathe
shutgun pellets
Out of my chili bowl.
But am I a billy, no!
I am the behind these fuckin' illusionist
Yellin' redneck, you as red as the color blue is
me a redneck, and I just tatoo it
Because of the I use it as therapy in music
So.

Put hands 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 avalanche comin'
Put hands to the sky
I'm a ready made
I'm whiskey in a now

I'm whiskey in a now

Still on grass like
John Deers yard is already cut
You get no work here, uh
You started with swag, you was stealing
It turns out I got no
Just years of smarts
So here you go
hit this bulls eye
I'll give you darts
One, my last album
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 who's
Then get a free
out my car when I smashed in a Caprice
I'm sippin' still
Whippin' wheels
on steriods
Illegal to ball
But it how good it feels
Drop that card
Park in the
Baby fire up the
It's party

Put hands 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 made party
I'm whiskey in a now

I'm whiskey in a now