Luyện nghe bài hát Redneck for Real

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

All I is some songs about trucks y'all don't drive
With some 'bout 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 come
but you hanging with my people
So put your camouflage on, take a picture some wheels
Act like you're working hard you ain't even got deals
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 out to be some jokes
That's why I'm high strung like a two-stroke with a put out
Yeah on that Yamaha, chromed out 11 horses
So many punchlines on my album my front cover is a aid, ho
Anybody who wants these flames need to purchase fucking solar
I'll burn you like a am guilty
of trying to sell your ass propane
I'm dumping stolen through these swampy southern states
ten tonnes of ass in this fucking Church train
Blowing through the sky yeah baby I'm that guy
Calling motherfuckers out but numbers don't climb
'Cause I ever say their name even if they try to bait me
I'm a pro with this shit these guys like they still in training
Ain't got no living, half of the shit they're shit
And people wonder why I jump in the pits, stay

All I hear is some songs about y'all don't drive
With some verses 'bout hot girls you ain't got in real
I hear ya blowing black smoke but you 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 some
Act like working hard when you ain't even got deals
And don't ask me for a feature, we do it in the hills
Yeah, we some for real