Luyện nghe bài hát Crushin' It

I sure use an attaboy
Or a big old high
I'd love to hear, "you're it, dude"
Yeah, it's been a long
Since I hit one out of the
Or it, as they say
I guess been in a dry spell,
But about to change

Every has a weekend
By this Friday night
be done with my third can
Of Bud Light
And be crushin' it
Yeah, I'll be it

say, "your baby's mad",
'Cause you told her that you'd some pictures for her
You know the ones she framed last spring of you and her in Florida
You're up on the ladder it shatters into smithereens
She her head and
Looks at you and says, "ain't you for anything"
And you say,

week has a weekend
By time Friday night
You want a
get tequila and ice
And I'll be it
a cold one in my other hand
I'll be it

When I'm with my can
I can stomp it my boot,
it with my fist,
Smash it on my forehead,
I got
I'll be it
Oh, I'll be it, ooh

I figured out in college
past them gothic colums
That I was probably wind up somewhere, near the bottom
I was gonna be the best and brightest guy around,
But like the great George Straight
I'm the king of getting

And week has a weekend
By this time night
I'll be done my third can
Of cold Bud
And I'll be it

Every has a weekend
Yeah, be crushin' it
(By this time) night
Oh, be crushin' it
I'll be done my third can
Oh, I'll be it
Of cold Bud
And be crushin' it

(Hey, hey, hey)

be crushin' it