Luyện nghe bài hát Hard White

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

You ain't lay down on your bed to know you already fucked up
me in the motherfuckin' game is lettin' me drunk-drivin' your truck
When Yelawolf arrived in club, already had five in my cup
I done took another hit, I done ran into a bitch that's lifeless and stuck
Baby, what's with' you now? What, you ain't happy with' red bottoms?
Mad 'cause I'm in VIP with' a fuckin' bottle!?
With' Tom, Dick, and
But I got up in this bitch a tank top 'cause I spit so very darn quick and scary
That's why so quick to compare me
But fuck the critics with' a spiked dick when it can fit
probably think I'ma 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 it matter to me?
'Cause after me, there'll only be wannabes, and mostly
Yeah, in this forest, I'm a tree
My are covered in tattoos, and my roots, they run deep ah!

Two bottles, shawty, two waitin'
Two tens, that's a situation
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 a fuck
Up in the club, still don't a fuck

I don't know what to say after first verse, I mean, like, damn, I just killed it
What the fuck am I supposed to do with this cow? I already milked it
Smoke cigarette, unfiltered, let go of anything that I'm feelin'
They done broke me down so many times before that I'm no rappin', I'm buildin'
With' one brick, two brick, brick, four
the steps of my single-wide door
Raised by them dope boys, so I know how them look
for the recipe, rest in peace, Wayne Bush
I don't my shit, I don't break it down for you motherfucker out there waitin' around
For some rap savior, you look up at what it is that you facin' now
'Cause Jesus 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 ain't as real as this
Dead or alive, I'll put a stamp in bitch
You'll see rock and roll do hip-hop like I did

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

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

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

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