Luyện nghe bài hát Hard White

It's the boy Jon (Yeah!)
Got my partner with' me (What's up Yela?)
You know time to crank the club up
Let's go!

You ain't gotta lay down on your bed to you already fucked up
Lettin' me in the motherfuckin' is lettin' me drunk-drivin' your truck
When arrived in this club, already had five in my cup
I done took another hit, I done ran a bitch that's lookin' lifeless and stuck
Baby, what's wrong you now? What, you ain't happy with' red bottoms?
Mad 'cause I'm in VIP with' a Jack bottle!?
Tom, Dick, and Harry
But I got up in this bitch with' a tank top 'cause I so very darn quick and scary
why they're so quick to compare me
But the critics with' a spiked dick when it can fit barely
They probably think Limp Bizkit, their spit's jelly
But I put 'em in the woods, I'm a redneck, I'm a hick, me
Go ahead, what the fuck does it to me?
'Cause after me, only be wannabes, and mostly ain't-never-gonna-bes
Yeah, in this forest, I'm a tree
My limbs are covered in tattoos, and my roots, they run ah!

Two bottles, shawty, two bitches
Two tens, a win-win situation
Happy birthday, I'm brand new
on me, for me not you
Up in the club, give a fuck
Up in the club, don't give a
Up in the club, give a fuck
Up in the club, still don't give a

I don't know what to say after that first verse, I mean, like, damn, I just it
What the fuck am I to do with this cow? I done already milked it
Smoke another cigarette, unfiltered, let go of anything I'm feelin'
They done broke me so many times before that I'm no longer rappin', I'm buildin'
one brick, two brick, three brick, four
Underneath the of my single-wide door
Raised by them dope boys, so I how them things look
Thanks for the recipe, rest in peace, Bush
I don't cook my shit, I don't break it down for you out there waitin' around
For rap savior, you better look up at what it is that you facin' now
'Cause drives a Harley, the devil wears Prada
If God was one of us, he'd drink vodka
I still kick it at the party when I get
'Cause rich or broke, I'm still as dope, the realest ain't as as this
Dead or alive, I'll put a stamp in this
You'll see rock and roll do hip-hop like I did

Two bottles, shawty, two bitches
Two tens, that's a win-win
Happy birthday, I'm brand new
on me for me, not you

Up in the club, don't give a
Up in the club, don't a fuck
Up in the club, don't give a
Up in the club, don't give a fuck

Yeah, yeah (Y'all know we don't a fuck)
Ghett-O-Vision (Yeah)
Shady (Yeah) still give a fuck (Nah)
(Ya boy Jon, we rep the South)
Happy birthday,

Up in the club, don't a fuck ah
(Up in the club, still give a fuck)
I in the buildin', I own the buildin', bitch!