Luyện nghe bài hát Hard White

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

You ain't gotta lay down on your bed to know you already up
Lettin' me in the 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 lookin' lifeless and
Baby, wrong with' you now? What, you ain't happy with' red bottoms?
Mad I'm in VIP with' a fuckin' Jack bottle!?
Tom, Dick, and Harry
But I got up in this bitch with' a top 'cause I spit so very darn quick and scary
That's why so quick to compare me
But fuck the critics with' a dick when it can fit barely
They probably think I'ma Limp Bizkit, spit's jelly
But I put 'em in the woods, I'm a redneck, I'm a hick, me
Go ahead, what the does it matter to me?
'Cause after me, there'll be wannabes, and mostly ain't-never-gonna-bes
Yeah, in this forest, I'm a lonely
My limbs are in tattoos, and my roots, they run deep ah!

Two bottles, shawty, two waitin'
Two tens, that's a win-win
Happy birthday, I'm feelin' 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, 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 supposed to do with this cow? I already milked it
Smoke another cigarette, unfiltered, let go of anything that I'm
They done broke me down so many before that I'm no longer rappin', I'm buildin'
one brick, two brick, three brick, four
Underneath the steps of my door
Raised by them boys, so I know how them things look
Thanks for the recipe, 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 better look up at it is that you facin' now
'Cause Jesus drives a Harley, the wears Prada
If God was one of us, he'd prob'ly drink
I still kick it at the party I get rich
'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 bitch
never see rock and roll do hip-hop like I did

Two bottles, shawty, two waitin'
Two tens, a win-win situation
birthday, I'm feelin' brand new
on me for me, not you

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

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

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