Luyện nghe bài hát Redneck for Real

Eh, they call me a cousin fucker they got some insults
Can't match me on a track because I think they smoking salts
Just laying on that ass while looking dingy and out
These got me whistling Dixie, I run it in the south
Shit I'm the Connor McGregor of country rap is evident
I around and get high and release a album by accident
The more shit I put out the more haters become
I'm spitting fucking and don't need kerosene to make it lit
Shit I ain't even in LA and I'm starting to build
you come venture in my jungle where I hang out with problems
And I even went hard 'cause ain't nobody made irate
My voltage at a 3, don't make it crank 8
Pissing off my but you won't hear me go diss 'em
'Cause it ain't gon' benefit me their fanbase is a million
I .45 rounds up in my sleeve got bullet holes up in my ceiling
My pillow soaked in as my saliva's diamondback venom
Yeah I could be at your
And you wouldn't fucking know
you all playing the creep, son

All I hear is songs about trucks y'all don't drive
With some verses hot girls you ain't got in real life
I hear ya black smoke but you don't even own a diesel
I hear you're country as they
but you ain't hanging my people
So put camouflage on, take a picture with some wheels
Act like you're working hard when you ain't even got
And don't ask me for a feature, we do it different in the
Yeah, we some for real

Man I looked up to artists that turned out to be jokes
That's why I'm high strung like a with a put out choke
Yeah on that Yamaha, chromed out 11 horses
So many on my album my front cover is a band aid, ho
Anybody who wants these need to purchase fucking solar cane
I'll burn you like a drug am
of trying to sell your ass propane
I'm dumping stolen coal through these southern states
Hauling ten tonnes of ass in fucking Church train
Blowing smoke through the sky yeah baby I'm guy
Calling motherfuckers out but their don't climb
'Cause I won't ever say their name even if try to bait me
I'm a pro with this these guys sound like they still in training
Ain't got no living, ain't half of the shit shit
And people wonder why I jump in the pits, stay

All I hear is some songs about trucks don't drive
With some 'bout hot girls you ain't got in real life
I ya blowing black smoke but you don't even own a diesel
I hear country as they come
but you hanging with my people
So put your camouflage on, take a picture some wheels
Act you're working hard when you ain't even got deals
And don't ask me for a feature, we do it different in the
Yeah, we some rednecks for