Luyện nghe bài hát Whiskey In A Bottle [Explicit]

Still on ass like
Handcuff's up in it
Hand-puppets you holler
You should've in that impala homie
Refrigerators never ice baby
Not vanilla, not a reason
make a flame grab a chinchilla
Quite like the I pulled up to
guppies, I see food in a hush puppy
So give me that king
And I'll a shell
You that?
Well it, if he don't take it well
So crack the top of that hot, ale
And say "free Struggle" who's not making bail
He got by the feds
Fuck the cops! Take a
it take M-N-O-P, learn how to spell
I'll pull up to the
And we'll on this country faggots
And until then, 'em, they can have it
Slumerican
Slum breed
Gutter raised with worldwide dreams,

Put hands to the sky
I'm a in a barrel with a hair pin trigger now
And I'mma
I'm a head train wreck avalanche comin' down
Put your to the sky
I'm a ready made
I'm whiskey in a now

I'm whiskey in a now

Still on that gas
The bottom of my shoe, 'Bama red
I'm on that ass like did LSU
You said "Oh lord" Bible raised
In your mouth a cold sore
Rolled Ford's? Nah tide and rode Chevy's
My mama joints
Smoke rolls off with a
Daddy's a rolling
I'm rolling in shit these pigs
And the side
Who you with in the sticks?
With weawes and airstreams
Cigarette walls
Fuck, I can barely
Spittin' shutgun
Out of my chili bowl.
But am I a billy, no!
I am the truth these fuckin' illusionist
Yellin' redneck, you about as red as the color is
Call me a redneck, and I tatoo it
Because of the abusin' I use it as in music
So.

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

I'm whiskey in a now

Still on that like
John this yard is already cut
You can't get no here, uh
You fags started with swag, you was
It turns out I got no
Just years of street
So here you go
hit this bulls eye
I'll you three darts
One, my last flopped
Two, it wasn't my
Three, my fuckin' mama's my pajamas online
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
But what?
(I'm in a bottle now)
Fuckin' right, I'm
I'm dirty-3, I'm not a child who plays with to get a piece
Don't clap, for no MC wack
Then get a slap
Fuck out my car I smashed in a Caprice
I'm sippin' still
wood wheels
Truck on
Illegal to play
But damn it how good it
that black card
Park in the
Baby up the grill
It's party

Put your 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 your to the sky
I'm a made party
I'm whiskey in a now

I'm in a bottle now