Luyện nghe bài hát Redneck for Real

Eh, they call me a cousin they got some shitty insults
Can't match me on a track because I think smoking bath salts
Just laying on that ass while looking 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 around and get high and a album by accident
The more shit I put out the more become irrelevant
I'm spitting fucking flames and don't kerosene to make it lit
Shit I ain't even in LA and I'm to build island
Won't you come venture in my jungle where I hang out problems
And I ain't even went hard 'cause ain't nobody irate
My voltage at a 3, don't 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 up in my ceiling
My pillow soaked in black as my saliva's diamondback
Yeah I be at your feet
And you wouldn't fucking know
'cause you all the creep, son

All I hear is some songs about trucks y'all don't
With some verses 'bout hot girls you got in real life
I hear ya blowing black smoke but you don't own a diesel
I hear you're country as they
but you ain't hanging with my
So put your camouflage on, take a with some wheels
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

Man I looked up to artists that turned out to be some
That's why I'm high like a two-stroke with a put out choke
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
burn you like a drug am guilty
of trying to your ass some propane
I'm dumping stolen coal these swampy southern states
Hauling ten tonnes of ass in this Church train
Blowing smoke through the sky baby I'm that guy
Calling motherfuckers out but their numbers climb
I won't ever say their name even if they try to bait me
I'm a pro with shit these guys sound like they still in training
got no living, ain't half of the shit they're shit
And people wonder why I jump in the pits, slaying

All I hear is some about trucks y'all don't drive
With some verses 'bout hot girls you ain't got in life
I hear ya blowing black smoke but you don't even own a
I hear country as they come
but you ain't with my people
So put camouflage on, take a picture with some wheels
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 rednecks for real