Luyện nghe bài hát Hard White (up In The Club)

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

You ain't gotta lay down on your bed to know you fucked up
me in the motherfuckin' game is lettin' me drunk-drivin' your truck
When Yelawolf arrived in this club, 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 'cause I'm in VIP a fuckin' Jack bottle!?
Tom, Dick, and Harry
But I got up in bitch with' 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 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, the fuck does it matter to me?
'Cause me, there'll only be wannabes, and mostly ain't-never-gonna-bes
Yeah, in forest, I'm a lonely 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 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 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 cow? I done already milked it
Smoke another cigarette, unfiltered, let go of that I'm feelin'
They done broke me down so many times that I'm no longer rappin', I'm buildin'
one brick, two brick, three brick, four
Underneath the steps of my door
Raised by dope boys, so I know how them things look
Thanks for the recipe, rest in peace, Bush
I don't cook my shit, I don't break it down for you out there waitin' around
For some rap savior, you better look up at it is that you facin' now
'Cause Jesus a Harley, the devil wears Prada
If God was one of us, he'd prob'ly drink
I still it at the party when I get rich
rich 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 see rock and roll do hip-hop like I did

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

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

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