Luyện nghe bài hát America Bad Ass

Yeah! and I've set up and out this state
my own two hands
We've this land packed tight in minivans
And all this for the fans, girls, money, and

I their game, and then they scream my name
I will show no shame, I and die for this
If I come off soft, then chew on
Are you

Devil cause, and I'm back
the Beaver hat and Ben Davis slacks
30-pack of Stroh's, 30-pack of
No in the propane flows

Chosen one, I'm the living
the gift of gab from the city of truth
I and stabbed and knocked critics back
And I did not

When I said that I'm platinum, sellin rhymes
I went platinum, seven
And still they ill want to see us fry
I guess of only God knows why why why why why

Oh, they call me cowboy, I'm the singer in
Throw me the finger in the air, let me see where at
And say hey, hey
Let me hear you're at and say hey, hey
I'm giving so say hey, hey
me some metal and say hey, hey, hey, hey

I like and ZZ Top
Bocephus, Beasties, and the Kings of
Skynyrd, Seger, Limp, Korn, the
David Allen Coe, and No Jones

Yeah! that bottle around
Got the rock from Detroit and from Motown
The underground stoned pimp
With that mack and slap back the whack

Never get in the way, I play with with that
But watch me rock with flash
rock the Clash, Boy Bands are trash
I like Johnny Cash and Grandmaster

Oh, they call me cowboy, I'm the singer in
Throw me the finger in the air, let me see where at
And say hey, hey
Let me hear you're at and say hey, hey
I'm back so say hey, hey
me some metal and say hey, hey, hey, hey

Yeah, I saw band
around on stage like a bunch of wounded ducks
When you gunna learn
You just can't fuck with Brown

I'm an Bad Ass
Watch me kick, you can roll with
Or you can suck my
I'm a porno flick, I'm like Grace

I'm fuck some hoes after I rock this place
Superfly living
car on my Glide so Joe see can ride
Full sack to share, bringin' flash and

Got the long swinging, middle finger in the air
skin suits, 65 Chevelle
See me ride in sin the rebel yell
I live to tell, so if you do

the next generation a big 'fuck you'
Who knew I'd blow up Oklahoma
Said fuck school, pissed on my diploma
the aroma, check my hits
I know it stinks in here, I'm the Shit

Oh, they call me cowboy, I'm the singer in
me the finger in the air, let me see where you're at
And say hey, hey
Let me where you're at and say hey, hey
I'm giving so say hey, hey
me some metal and say hey, hey, hey, hey

I'm a cowboy, bad ass in singing hey, hey, hey, hey
From to side from front to back say hey, hey, hey, hey
I put Detroit City back on the map by hey, hey, hey, hey
Kid Rocks in the house and where I'm at!