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 time to the club up
Let's go!

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, already had in my cup
I done took another hit, I done ran into a bitch that's lookin' lifeless and
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 this bitch a tank top 'cause I spit so very darn quick and scary
why they're so quick to compare me
But fuck the 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 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 bitches
Two tens, a win-win situation
Happy birthday, I'm brand new
on me, for me not you
Up in the club, give a fuck
Up in the club, give a fuck
Up in the club, don't give a
Up in the club, still give a fuck

I don't know to say after that first verse, I mean, like, damn, I just killed it
What the fuck am I to do with this cow? I done already milked it
another cigarette, unfiltered, let go of anything that I'm feelin'
They done broke me down so many before that I'm no longer rappin', I'm buildin'
With' one brick, two brick, brick, four
Underneath the of my single-wide 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 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, he'd drink vodka
I still kick it at the party I get rich
'Cause rich or broke, I'm still as dope, the realest ain't as as this
Dead or alive, put a stamp in this bitch
You'll never see rock and roll do hip-hop I did

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, give 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 give a ah
(Up in the club, still give a fuck)
I in the buildin', I own the buildin', bitch!