Luyện nghe bài hát Whiskey In A Bottle [Explicit]

Still on that ass
Handcuff's up in it
Hand-puppets you holler
You should've in that impala homie
never seen ice baby
Not vanilla, not a that
Yela make a grab a chinchilla
Quite like the words I up to
Fuck guppies, I see in a hush puppy
So me that king crap
And break a shell
You that?
Well fuck it, if he take it well
So crack the top of hot, shaking ale
And say "free Struggle" who's not making bail
He got by the feds
the cops! Take a nail
Fuck it take M-N-O-P, how to spell
pull up to the gate
And we'll skate on this faggots
And until then, fuck 'em, they can it
means
Slum breed
Gutter raised worldwide dreams, yeah

Put hands to the sky
I'm a bullet in a barrel with a hair pin now
And I'mma
I'm a head case wreck avalanche comin' down
Put your to the sky
I'm a made party
I'm in a bottle now

I'm in a bottle now

Still on gas like
The of my signature shoe, 'Bama red
I'm on ass like Alabama did LSU
You said "Oh lord" Bible Belt
In mouth 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 these pigs
And the side
Who you with in the sticks?
With hair and airstreams
Cigarette stained
Fuck, I can barely
shutgun pellets
Out of my fuckin' bowl.
But am I a billy, no!
I am the truth behind these illusionist
Yellin' redneck, you about as red as the blue is
Call me a redneck, and I 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 hair pin now
And landslide
I'm a head case train wreck comin' down
Put hands to the sky
I'm a ready party
I'm whiskey in a now

I'm whiskey in a now

Still on that like
John Deers this is already cut
You can't get no here, uh
You fags started with swag, you was
It out I got no peers
years of street smarts
So here you go
Come hit bulls eye
I'll give you three
One, my last flopped
Two, it my time
Three, my fuckin' mama's selling my pajamas
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
But guess
(I'm in a bottle now)
right, I'm aged
I'm dirty-3, I'm not a who plays with crack to get a piece
Don't clap, for no MC who's
get a free slap
Fuck out my car when I in a Caprice
I'm Jack still
Whippin' wheels
Truck on
to play ball
But it how good it feels
Drop black card
in the backyard
Baby fire up the
party time

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 wreck avalanche down
Put hands to the sky
I'm a made party
I'm whiskey in a now

I'm in a bottle now