Luyện nghe bài hát Can It Be (freestyle)

Now Yelawolf is only funky,
Ask mommy i'm a fool come and for me.
Hit the wit more soul than a sad junkie.
This ol cracker shit on rappers bad plumming.
It's overgrown but couldnt 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 like a wall to a crash dummy,
i mean it's a car to the last coming.
A cheetah never seen 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 vanilla bean, hungry.
Hungry enough to eat a burrito full of mayo and clumsy when im drunk off a glass of brass monkey.
Givin up is like givin my dad money, im better off givin up, cause ill never see the cash from him.
Family value is a drag sonny, when youre from alabama, even grandmas lookin for that money.

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

And im back like a fuckin fetus between the knees of a cheetah, killed by the coathanger my throat rangled i in this mic,
reachin for credit but im really reachin for cleavage, from the bitch of the rap game i want milk, i wont believe it if you say i dont im worth it, im worth adidas and gold chains and fedoras and all that come for the reason.
To be a of the leaders the preachers and money seekers.
Thatll turn my project come into a fuckin leaker, or gold at least come on i mean i'm not a golden retriever.
But i receive the gold if i win by a needle.
The people winnin i see em i got em im on their heel, with the tank and a militia with a mission like Siegel.
Deceivin the sheeps illegal i need the sheep to be smarter, im a martyr but im not a creep you should know 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 im an entertainer 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 leaks to the but fuck it all i fix roofs and i fix heaters,
so i never stay cold for long im too 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 high beams to see.
But a high beam to me, is a jim beam high hi how ya be?
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