Luyện nghe bài hát City Boy Stuck

City Boy
I that dirt, hug that road,
plug my lip with a fist of skoale.
12 gauge cock, shift low,
bounce mud like a bass on a pole.
Up ahead, something right,
It ain't a in my KC lights.
Oh sweet jesus, a city boy
flingin' up mud, so I a singin'
Hey (Hey) boy stuck,
worthless as a one point buck,
never of a four-wheel-drive,
now he's spinnin'
spinnin' spinnin'
them tires. Hey (Hey) boy
stuck penny-loafers didn't
no luck, should I throw him a
Nope no! Not me!
I'm on rollin' on by YEE-YEE!!!
and forth, the mud got thicker
kick dirt on his democrat sticker.
Run his mouth, all pissed,
when you bought a car
you don't bug in. I got a shotgun,
ridin' no room to give him a lift.
I over, crack a cold one on his
shoulder and put in another dip, and
Hey (Hey) boy stuck, he's worthless
as a one buck, never heard
of a drive, now he's spinnin'
spinnin'
spinnin' them tires.
Hey (Hey) boy stuck penny-loafers
didn't no luck, should I throw him
a rope? Nope no! Not me!
I'm on rollin' on by YEE-YEE!!!
Hey City boy, I'm Dibbles Jr,
I'm a boy.
You're a long way town
to be runnin' mouth. You see them
tires spinnin' that, us country boys
use but mud tires 4X4.
You got your hair back in
skinny jeans, collar popped
up and your itty bitty.
Better around and go
back to the YEE-YEE!!!
You can pop that you can
pop that collar, I'm a pop top,
I holler. You can pop that
clutch you can pop collar, I'm
a pop this top, I holler.
Hey (Hey) city boy stuck,
as a one point buck,
never of a four-wheel-drive,
now he's spinnin' spinnin'
spinnin' them tires.
Hey (Hey) boy stuck
penny-loafers didn't no
luck, I throw him a rope?
Hell no! Not me! I'm rollin'
on on by YEE-YEE!!!
He put a good dip in
don't crack a one, don't fix
the tree, don't rope stuff,
shoot the gun, barbed wire
even go all the way around.
YEE-YEE!!!