Luyện nghe bài hát City Boy Stuck

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