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

It's the boy Jon (Yeah!)
Got my partner with' me (What's up Yela?)
You know it's 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 motherfuckin' game is lettin' me drunk-drivin' your
When Yelawolf 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 now? What, you ain't happy with' red
Mad I'm in VIP with' 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 they're so quick to me
But the critics with' a spiked dick when it can fit barely
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, 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 bitches
Two tens, a win-win situation
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 give a fuck

I don't what to say after that first verse, I mean, like, damn, I just killed it
What the am I supposed to do with this cow? I done already milked it
another cigarette, unfiltered, let go of anything that I'm feelin'
They 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 know how things look
Thanks for the recipe, rest in peace, Bush
I don't cook my shit, I don't break it down for you motherfucker out there around
For some rap savior, you better look up at what it is you facin' now
'Cause Jesus drives a Harley, the devil wears
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 as this
Dead or alive, I'll put a stamp in this
never see rock and roll do hip-hop like I did

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

Yeah, yeah (Y'all know we don't a fuck)
Ghett-O-Vision (Yeah)
Shady (Yeah) still don't 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 don't a fuck)
I in the buildin', I own the buildin', bitch!