Luyện nghe bài hát Howdy

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

This morning I woke up like that I never 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 Marshall Mathers' co-sign
Like radioactive failed, livin' this time
I'm even not used to that I could be one of the top 5
Maybe when I tell I'm one of the best, I'm just lyin'
When my buddy call and ask, I say I'm just fine
But I feel like I made it, uncle but I'm just tryin'
Or maybe I'm just not to having shit I never had
Never stood in the and never said "i got dinner, dad"
Shit, never had the cash to pay my dad for getting her back
And [...] I love you, you, always my favorite dad
And it feels like yesterday literally yesterday
I couldn't get one motherfucking fan to come and see me play
When I that minivan for the [...] without a license plate
To atl so I could play power my demo tape
Yeah, writing on the wall by the county [...]
a friend of mine [...] and that I can't 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
'cuz I know some of these people I'm a certified artist now
But the butterfly's still above and I'm what I started now
like a political poet in an artist lounge
Hungry like a poor daddy a gun and a starving child
If you thought it was a flake, then you just a departed
And if you thought I was coming hard, well you think harder now

And it's been a long motherfucking time since I this homesick as I do now
it's been a long fucking time, and I just wanna say
Hey! how you been?! amen!
The heart of in this bitch, yeah I'm Dixie witch
But if I don't have y all, I ain't got
Gadsden...
Throw it up, that Alabama sound
Much and I never let you down
'cause I might as be dropped
in gadsden and cuttin' grass
Or handcuffed on the of the road on my fuckin' 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 this shit
Ay that's fine because I the cost
more like a fine, but instead of paying for tickets now
They pay for in line to see me [...]
The in the mic [...]
Two-step in my shoes with a shameless
300 soldiers I [...]
Around suckers for chains [...]
The new got a new hope with a [...] and a [...]
[...] and [...], the truth's in him, yeah I'm a [...]
yelling out prophets about wane
I [...]
I'm a [...], just the beat homey, it's over
Whatever rapper would ever say a sober
I must be bath salt, 'cuz I'm out of my mind
I should built roads from the villain, cuz I never run out of lines
The of dixie