Luyện nghe bài hát Hell No

They talk way too
music way to little
And what they usually play ain't really all great
up DJ?

Seems all you each and everyday
I turn it on
It's the same old
Nobody wants to

Well I'm a product of the generation
Now what they call
Really me aggravated
Well it's a

To many acts with a big
Can't a note
That song wrote
Ain't music to my

I miss old Johnny
I'm in the car these days
'Cause I turn on the radio
It me, make me wanna say

no
it off
on
no
bad
Who sings that
to back
They it all day long
Bring the days of Conway Twitty
When singers good
And were country

He's got a '64 plush lime Impala
He's got a big pimp daddy
got a gold tooth grill
And spinning wheels

he had to steal
It's the
It's the
And those pants are weird

He's a product of the Dog generation
I've never a white boy
You've so activate him
Well my are shot

'Cause I bet he's got a hundred watts
And a dozen
it breaks my lamps
Each time he by here

I out from the house
Keep it down I'm tryin' to
he pops in Dr. Dre
As he flips a at me

no
it off
on
no
bad
Who the heck sings that
The kid door
He plays it all long
Feels just like I'm in rap city
It's way to loud for this hillbilly

Yeah,
Am I of doin' these parodies
Of Toby, Kenny, Montgomery,
Hell, hell, no

no
it off
on
no
bad
Who sings that
Back to
They it all day long
Somethin's here in Music city
it sounds so shh

no
it off
on
no
bad
Who the heck that song?
to back
They it all day long
back the days of Conway Twitty
When singers were
And songs country

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