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 they smoking bath salts
Just laying on that ass while dingy and cracked out
These got me twisted whistling Dixie, I run it in the
Shit I'm the McGregor of country rap that is evident
I fuck around and get high and release a 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 build
Won't you come venture in my jungle where I out with problems
And I even went hard 'cause ain't nobody made irate
My at a 3, don't make it crank high 8
off my competition but you won't hear me go diss 'em
'Cause it gon' benefit me unless their fanbase is a million
I spit .45 rounds up in my sleeve got bullet up in my ceiling
My soaked in black as my saliva's diamondback venom
Yeah I be at your feet
And you wouldn't even know
you all playing the creep, son

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

All I hear is songs about trucks y'all don't drive
With some verses 'bout hot you ain't got in real life
I hear ya blowing black but you don't 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 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