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 gotta lay down on your bed to know you fucked up
Lettin' me in the motherfuckin' game is lettin' me drunk-drivin' truck
When Yelawolf arrived in this club, already had in my cup
I done took another hit, I done ran a bitch that's lookin' lifeless and stuck
Baby, what's with' you now? What, you ain't happy with' red bottoms?
Mad 'cause I'm in VIP a fuckin' Jack bottle!?
Tom, Dick, and Harry
But I got up in this bitch with' a tank top 'cause I spit so very darn quick and
why they're so quick to compare me
But fuck the critics with' a spiked dick 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, 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 are covered in tattoos, and my roots, they run deep ah!

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

I don't 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'
They done broke me down so times before that I'm no longer rappin', I'm buildin'
With' one brick, two brick, brick, four
Underneath the steps of my door
by them dope 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 what it is that you now
'Cause drives a Harley, the devil wears Prada
If God was one of us, prob'ly 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 in this bitch
You'll never see rock and roll do hip-hop I did

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

Yeah, yeah (Y'all know we give a fuck)
It's (Yeah)
Shady (Yeah) still give a fuck (Nah)
(Ya boy Jon, we rep the South)
birthday, Alabama

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!