Luyện nghe bài hát Can It Be (freestyle)

Now Yelawolf is gettin funky,
Ask mommy i'm a fool and laugh for me.
Hit the fame wit more soul a sad junkie.
This ol cracker shit on like bad plumming.
It's overgrown but they hide my path from me.
I'm in the truck you shoulda seen the trash coming.
Fuck a bitch im trash honey, walkin wit my hands at her throat like a mad mummy.
Laugh around the track, mash money.
Bank wads and paint could get the cash from me.
Treat everybody a wall to a crash dummy,
Jesus i mean a car to the last coming.
A cheetah never this fast running, like i do rap honey, cant you hear the echo to the brass humming.
I want it all I want the last something,if something to be got I wanna 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 burrito full of mayo and glass clumsy im drunk off a glass of brass monkey.
up is like givin my dad money, im better off givin up, cause ill never see back the cash from him.
Family value is a drag sonny, when from alabama, even grandmas lookin for that fast money.

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

And im back a fuckin fetus between the knees of a cheetah, killed by the coathanger my throat rangled i breath in this mic,
reachin for credit but im reachin for cleavage, from the bitch of the rap game i want 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 into a fuckin platinum leaker, or gold at least come on i mean i'm not a golden retriever.
But i the gold even if i win by a needle.
The people 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 illegal i need the sheep to be smarter, im a martyr but im not a creep you should when you see the eagle.
The script and the seven seagrams the sip and the is lethal, but a drunk bird in flights like a baby 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 your brain like i thought, im the prince to the Sheila cause Sheila's my momma, and this purple reign in my roof 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 blank and i got no beams to see.
But a beam to me, is a jim beam high hi beam how ya be?
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