Luyện nghe bài hát Outshine Me

I got a copper still built up in the hills
Fill it up with corn mash, it up, and chill
White liquor hits you quicker knock you off feet
Lay down mason jars, you can't outshine me

put it out here let me tell ya something,
What think my still be pumpin?
90 proof the truth
Stop telling you can do what I do.
So if you can, you get like me
Go sit down and write a hit me.

From where I stand you shoot to me
Gotta sell a few mill outta your own
I won't sugar coat it your throat it
aint scared
I'm and loaded
Real is all me all can feel me
Dirt road disciple (da-steeple) man of the
Mix it, it, light it, burn it
Daylight to dark me and my earn it
Plow it, haul it, hunt it, shoot it, it, fry it,
how we do it.
Sip it, it, jar it, jug it
Do it a little better anyone does it.

are chasin' a thoroughbred
Y'all done got lapped I'm ahead
Too to slow down I'm a runaway train
Colt Ford my name
Haters, Tweeters, bloggers,
Watch your cause I run these pastures

I got a still hand built up in the hills
Fill it up with corn mash, it up, and chill
White liquor hits you quicker knock you off feet
Lay down your jars, you can't outshine me

I got a copper still hand built up in the
it up with corn mash, heat it up, and chill
White liquor hits you quicker knock you off your
Lay your mason jars, you can't outshine me

I take this,
I wanna this real clear
What think I been doin' here?
Switchin' gears and changing
Jackin' up trucks running down
that flame for America
Cross that line I'll ya
Gotta shotgun that'll care of ya
And a mudhole I'll bury ya

Gotta bunch of folks all down to ride
And a bunch of rednecks aint to fight.
give it to ya my way dirt road, hi-way,
Four wheel, Jack it uptalk sh*t it up.

a trip and I'm out of your league
Sippin' and I'm hard to see
I'm that you'll never be
a pipe dream, you can't outshine me
'Cause Im dura-coated charged
Everything me is large

are chasin a throuroughbred
Ya'll done got lapped im ahead
Too to slow down I'm a runaway train
Ford remember my name
Haters, Tweeters, bloggers,
Watch your cause I run these pastures

I got a still hand built up in the hills
it up with corn mash, heat it up, and chill
White liquor hits you knock you off your feet
Lay down your jars, you can't outshine me

I got a copper still hand up in the hills
Fill it up with corn mash, it up, and chill
White liquor hits you knock you off your feet
Lay down your mason jars, you outshine me

I got a copper hand built up in the hills
Fill it up with mash, heat it up, and chill
liquor hits you quicker knock you off your feet
Lay your mason jars, you can't outshine me

I got a still hand built up in the hills
Fill it up with corn mash, it up, and chill
White liquor you quicker knock you off your feet
Lay down your jars, you can't outshine me