Luyện nghe bài hát Redneck for Real

Eh, they me a cousin fucker they got some shitty insults
Can't match me on a track because I think they smoking salts
Just laying on that ass looking dingy and cracked out
got me twisted whistling Dixie, I run it in the south
Shit I'm the Connor McGregor of 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 kerosene to it lit
Shit I ain't in LA and I'm starting to build island
Won't you come venture in my jungle I hang out with problems
And I ain't even went hard 'cause ain't nobody irate
My at a 3, don't make it crank high 8
Pissing off my competition but you won't me go diss 'em
'Cause it ain't gon' benefit me unless their fanbase is a
I spit .45 rounds up in my sleeve got holes up in my ceiling
My soaked in black as my saliva's diamondback venom
I could be at your feet
And you wouldn't even know
'cause you all the creep, son

All I hear is some about trucks y'all don't drive
With some verses 'bout hot you ain't got in real life
I hear ya blowing black smoke but you don't even own a
I you're country as they come
but you ain't hanging my people
So put your camouflage on, take a with some wheels
Act you're working hard when you ain't even got deals
And ask me for a feature, we do it different in the hills
Yeah, we some for real

Man I looked up to that turned out to be some jokes
That's why I'm high like a two-stroke with a put out choke
Yeah wing-wing on Yamaha, chromed out 11 horses
So punchlines on my album my front cover is a band aid, ho
Anybody who these flames need to purchase fucking solar cane
I'll burn you like a am guilty
of trying to sell ass some propane
I'm dumping stolen coal through these southern states
Hauling ten of ass in this fucking Church train
Blowing smoke through the sky baby I'm that guy
Calling motherfuckers out but numbers don't climb
I won't 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, ain't of the shit they're shit
And wonder why I jump in the pits, stay slaying

All I hear is some about trucks y'all don't drive
With some verses hot girls you ain't got in real life
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 wheels
Act like you're working hard when you ain't got deals
And don't ask me for a feature, we do it in the hills
Yeah, we some for real