Luyện nghe bài hát Hard White

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

You ain't lay down on your bed to know you already fucked up
Lettin' me in the motherfuckin' game is lettin' me drunk-drivin' your
When Yelawolf arrived in this club, had five in my cup
I took another 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 fuckin' 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 so quick to compare me
But fuck the critics a spiked dick when it can fit barely
They probably think I'ma Bizkit, their spit's jelly
But I put 'em in the woods, I'm a redneck, I'm a hick, me
Go ahead, the fuck does it matter to me?
'Cause after me, there'll only be wannabes, and mostly
Yeah, in this forest, I'm a lonely
My limbs are covered in tattoos, and my roots, they run ah!

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

I don't know what to say after that first verse, I mean, like, damn, I killed it
What the fuck am I supposed to do with this cow? I already milked it
another cigarette, unfiltered, let go of anything that I'm feelin'
They done broke me down so times before that I'm no longer rappin', I'm buildin'
With' one brick, two brick, three brick,
Underneath the of my single-wide door
Raised by them dope boys, so I know how things look
Thanks for the recipe, 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 up at what it is that you facin' now
'Cause Jesus drives a Harley, the wears Prada
If God was one of us, he'd prob'ly 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 real as
Dead or alive, I'll put a stamp in bitch
You'll never see rock and roll do hip-hop 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, don't give a
Up in the club, give a fuck
Up in the club, don't give a
Up in the club, still don't a fuck

Yeah, yeah (Y'all know we don't a fuck)
It's (Yeah)
Shady (Yeah) don't give a fuck (Nah)
(Ya boy Jon, we rep the South)
Happy birthday,

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