Luyện nghe bài hát Howdy

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

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

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