Luyện nghe bài hát Can It Be (freestyle)

Now Yelawolf is gettin funky,
Ask mommy i'm a come and laugh for me.
Hit the fame wit more soul a sad junkie.
ol cracker shit on rappers like bad plumming.
It's overgrown but they couldnt hide my path me.
I'm in the truck you shoulda seen the trash coming.
Fuck a bitch im trash honey, walkin wit my hands pointed at her throat a mad mummy.
suckas around the track, mash money.
Bank wads and paint jobs get the cash from me.
Treat everybody like a to a crash dummy,
Jesus i it's a car to the last coming.
A cheetah never seen this fast running, i do rap honey, cant you hear the echo to the brass humming.
I want it all I want the last something,if there's something to be got I get the got and leave the rats nothing.
And if the god got got by the monkey,
I am a gorilla the bean, that's hungry.
Hungry enough to eat a full of mayo and glass clumsy when im drunk off a glass of brass monkey.
Givin up is like givin my dad money, im better off givin up, ill never see back the cash from him.
Family value is a drag sonny, youre from alabama, even grandmas lookin for that fast money.

(Hello)
Bootleg Yelawolf family.
(Say Howdy)
How ya doin out
(Hello)
Can it be that it was all so
(Man im sorry)
anybody really fuckin care?

And im back like a fuckin fetus between the knees of a cheetah, by the coathanger my throat rangled i breath in this mic,
reachin for credit but im really reachin for cleavage, from the bitch of the rap game i milk, i wont believe it if you say i dont deserve im worth it, im worth adidas and gold chains and fedoras and all that come for the reason.
To be a part of the the preachers and money seekers.
Thatll turn my project come into a fuckin platinum leaker, or gold at come on i mean i'm not a golden retriever.
But i the gold even if i win by a needle.
The winnin i see em i got em im on their heel, with the tank and a militia with a mission like Steven Siegel.
Deceivin the sheeps i need the sheep to be smarter, im a martyr but im not a creep you should know when you see the eagle.
The script and the seven seagrams the sip and the shine is lethal, but a drunk bird in flights like a drivin a regal.
But maybe the babys fright and my flight is only a piece of the story cause im not boring im an to the people.
In brain like i thought, im the prince to the Sheila cause Sheila's my momma, and this purple reign in my roof leaks to the bucket but fuck it all i fix roofs and i fix heaters,
so i never stay cold for long im too strong im a two seater in a used beamer with a corvette engine on an empty street wit a nitrous tank but the night is and i got no high beams to see.
But a high to me, is a jim beam high hi beam how ya be?
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