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 gotta lay down on bed to know you already fucked up
Lettin' me in the motherfuckin' game is me drunk-drivin' your truck
Yelawolf arrived in this club, already had five in my cup
I done took hit, I done ran into a bitch that's lookin' lifeless and stuck
Baby, what's wrong with' you 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 I spit so very darn quick and scary
That's why they're so to compare me
But fuck the critics with' a spiked dick when it can fit
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 it matter to me?
'Cause after me, there'll only be wannabes, and mostly
Yeah, in forest, I'm a lonely tree
My limbs are covered in tattoos, and my roots, they run ah!

Two bottles, shawty, two waitin'
Two tens, that's a situation
birthday, I'm feelin' brand new
on me, for me not you
Up in the club, don't give a
Up in the club, give a fuck
Up in the club, give a fuck
Up in the club, don't give a fuck

I know what to say after that 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'
done broke me down so many times before that I'm no longer rappin', I'm buildin'
With' one brick, two brick, three brick,
Underneath the steps of my single-wide
Raised by them dope boys, so I how them things look
for the recipe, rest in peace, Wayne Bush
I don't cook my shit, I don't break it down for you motherfucker out there waitin'
For some rap savior, you better look up at what it is you facin' now
Jesus drives a Harley, the devil wears Prada
If God was one of us, he'd drink vodka
I still it at the party when I get rich
'Cause or broke, I'm still as dope, the realest ain't as real as this
Dead or alive, put a stamp in this bitch
You'll never see rock and do hip-hop like I did

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

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

Yeah, yeah (Y'all know we give 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!