Luyện nghe bài hát Howdy

On behalf of alabama I wanna say
The heart of is in this bitch
M16, DJ frank white, my name is
Hello world, hello world, world

This morning I woke up feeling like that I had a fuckin' dime
Like I didn't wake up in the back of the bus finally mine
Why do I feel like I never had Mathers' co-sign sometimes?
Like failed, well livin' this time
I'm even not used to believe I could be one of the top 5
Maybe when I tell I'm one of the best, I'm just lyin'
my uncle buddy call and ask, I say I'm just fine
But I feel like I haven't made it, uncle but I'm tryin'
Or maybe I'm just not used to having shit I had
stood in the winters and never said "i got dinner, dad"
Shit, never even had the cash to pay my dad for getting her
And [...] I love you, thank you, always my dad
And it feels like literally like yesterday
When I get one motherfucking fan to come and see me play
When I drove that for the [...] without a license plate
To atl so I could will power my demo tape
Yeah, writing on the wall by the county [...]
He's a friend of mine [...] and that I replace
If I'm in [...], he's in [...] and we both get a (church)
This no crew, it's a family so get it straight (church)
So father you can god to part the clouds
And let your sun shine to the minds of my target
I know some of these people think I'm a certified artist now
But the butterfly's still and I'm above what I started now
Passionate like a political poet in an artist
Hungry like a poor daddy with a gun and a child
If you it was a flake, then you just a departed clown
And if you thought I was coming hard, well you better think now

And it's been a long motherfucking time since I felt this as I do now
Yeah it's been a long time, and I just wanna say
Hey! how you been?! amen!
The heart of Dixie's in this bitch, yeah I'm witch
But if I don't y all, I ain't got shit
Gadsden...
Throw it up, it's Alabama sound
Much love and I never let you
'cause I as well be dropped
Back in gadsden and cuttin'
Or handcuffed on the side of the road on my ass
Before I become on the [...] level that I'm at
Momma will quit drinking and no poppa will smoke some
Lost, yeah I may have, my
But it takes a lunatic to pursue this
Ay that's because I paid the cost
Really more like a fine, but of paying for tickets now
pay for tickets in line to see me [...]
The in the mic [...]
in my shoes with a shameless walk
300 soldiers I [...]
Around dying for chains [...]
The new got a new hope with a [...] and a [...]
[...] and [...], the truth's in him, yeah I'm a [...]
Preachers yelling out about wane
I [...]
I'm a [...], just ride the homey, it's over
Whatever would ever say he's a sober
I must be smoking bath salt, I'm out of my mind
I should built roads from the villain, cuz I never run out of lines
The of dixie