Luyện nghe bài hát Crushin' It

I could use an attaboy
Or a big old five
I'd love to hear, "you're it, dude"
Yeah, it's been a time
I hit one out of the park
Or it, as they say
I guess I've in a dry spell,
But that's to change

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

They say, "your mad",
'Cause you her that you'd hang some pictures for her
You know the ones she framed late last of you and her in Florida
You're up on the ladder when it shatters into
She her head and
at you and says, "ain't you good for anything"
And you say,

Every has a weekend
By this Friday night
You a margarita
get tequila and ice
And I'll be it
With a one in my other hand
be crushin' it

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

I this out in college
Walking past them colums
I was gonna probably wind up somewhere, near the bottom
I was never gonna be the best and guy around,
But the great George freakin' Straight
I'm the of getting unwound

And every week has a
By this time night
I'll be with my third can
Of Bud Light
And be crushin' it

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

(Hey, hey, hey)

be crushin' it