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 bath
Just on that ass while looking dingy and cracked out
These got me whistling Dixie, I run it in the south
I'm the Connor McGregor of country rap that is evident
I fuck and get high and release a album by accident
The more shit I put out the more haters become
I'm spitting fucking flames and don't need to make it lit
Shit I ain't even in LA and I'm starting to island
you come venture in my jungle where I hang out with problems
And I ain't went hard 'cause ain't nobody made irate
My voltage at a 3, make it crank high 8
Pissing off my competition but you won't me go diss 'em
'Cause it ain't gon' me unless their fanbase is a million
I spit .45 rounds up in my sleeve got bullet holes up in my
My pillow soaked in black as my saliva's venom
I could be at your feet
And you wouldn't even know
you all playing the creep, son

All I hear is some about trucks y'all don't drive
With some verses 'bout hot you ain't got in real life
I hear ya blowing black smoke but you even own a diesel
I hear you're country as they
but you hanging with my people
So put your camouflage on, take a picture with wheels
Act like you're working hard when you ain't got deals
And don't ask me for a feature, we do it different in the
Yeah, we rednecks 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
wing-wing on that Yamaha, chromed out 11 horses
So many punchlines on my album my cover is a band aid, ho
Anybody who wants these flames to purchase fucking solar cane
I'll burn you like a am guilty
of trying to your ass some propane
I'm dumping stolen coal through these swampy states
Hauling ten tonnes of ass in fucking Church train
Blowing smoke through the sky baby I'm that guy
Calling motherfuckers out but their don't climb
'Cause I won't ever say name even if they try to bait me
I'm a pro with this shit these guys sound like they still in
Ain't got no living, ain't half of the shit shit
And people wonder why I in the pits, stay slaying

All I hear is some about trucks y'all don't drive
With some verses 'bout hot girls you ain't got in real
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 with wheels
Act like you're working hard when you ain't got deals
And don't ask me for a feature, we do it different in the
Yeah, we some for real