Luyện nghe bài hát Whiskey In A Bottle [Explicit]

Still on ass like
up in it like
Hand-puppets you holler
You should've jumped in that impala
never seen ice baby
Not vanilla, not a that
Yela make a flame grab a
Quite the words I pulled up to
guppies, I see food in a hush puppy
So give me king crap
And I'll a shell
You that?
Well fuck it, if he don't it well
So crack the top of that hot, ale
And say "free Young Struggle" who's not making
He got popped by the
Fuck the cops! Take a
Fuck it take M-N-O-P, how to spell
I'll up to the gate
And we'll skate on this faggots
And then, fuck 'em, they can have it
means
Slum American
Gutter with worldwide dreams, yeah

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

I'm in a bottle now

Still on gas like
The of my signature shoe, 'Bama red
I'm on that ass Alabama did LSU
You "Oh lord" Bible Belt raised
In mouth like a cold sore
Rolled Nah roll tide and rode Chevy's
My rolls joints
rolls off with a timp
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 walls
Fuck, I can breathe
Spittin' shutgun
Out of my chili bowl.
But am I a billy, no!
I am the behind these fuckin' illusionist
redneck, you about as red as the color blue is
Call me a redneck, and I tatoo it
of the abusin' I use it as therapy in music
So.

Put hands to the sky
I'm a bullet in a barrel with a pin trigger now
And landslide
I'm a head train wreck avalanche comin' down
Put your 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 yard is already cut
You get no work here, uh
You started with swag, you was stealing
It turns out I got no
Just years of smarts
So you go retards
hit this bulls eye
I'll you three darts
One, my last flopped
Two, it my time
Three, my fuckin' selling my pajamas online
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
But guess
(I'm whiskey in a now)
Fuckin' right, I'm
I'm dirty-3, I'm not a child who plays with to get a piece
clap, for no MC who's wack
Then get a free
out my car when I smashed in a Caprice
I'm sippin' still
wood wheels
Truck on
to play ball
But it how good it feels
Drop black card
Park in the
Baby fire up the
party time

Put hands to the sky
I'm a bullet in a with a hair pin trigger now
And landslide
I'm a head case train wreck avalanche down
Put hands to the sky
I'm a ready made
I'm whiskey in a now

I'm in a bottle now