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
go! Yelawolf

You ain't gotta lay on your bed to know you already fucked up
Lettin' me in the motherfuckin' game is lettin' me your truck
When Yelawolf in this club, already had five in my cup
I done another 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 red bottoms?
Mad 'cause I'm in VIP with' a Jack bottle!?
Tom, Dick, and Harry
But I got up in this bitch a tank top 'cause I spit so very darn quick and scary
That's why they're so quick to me
But fuck the critics with' a dick when it can fit barely
They probably think I'ma Limp Bizkit, their 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 ain't-never-gonna-bes
Yeah, in this forest, I'm a tree
My limbs are covered in tattoos, and my roots, they run ah!

Two bottles, shawty, two bitches
Two tens, a win-win 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 give a
Up in the club, still don't give a

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 this cow? I done 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, brick, four
the steps of my single-wide door
Raised by them dope boys, so I how them things look
Thanks for the recipe, rest in peace, Bush
I don't cook my shit, I don't it down for you motherfucker out there waitin' around
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 when I get rich
'Cause rich or broke, I'm still as dope, the ain't as real 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 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, don't a fuck
Up in the club, still don't a fuck

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

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