Luyện nghe bài hát Howdy

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

This morning I woke up feeling like that I never had a fuckin'
Like I wake up in the back of the bus that's finally mine
Why do I feel like I had Marshall Mathers' co-sign sometimes?
Like radioactive failed, well this time
I'm even not used to believe I could be one of the top 5
Maybe I tell myself I'm one of the best, I'm just lyin'
When my buddy call and ask, I say I'm just fine
But I like I haven't made it, uncle but I'm just tryin'
Or maybe I'm not used to having shit I never had
Never in the winters and never said "i got dinner, dad"
Shit, never even had the to pay my dad for getting her back
And [...] I you, thank you, always my favorite dad
And it like yesterday literally like 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 play will power my demo tape
Yeah, writing on the wall by the county [...]
He's a friend of [...] and that I can't replace
If I'm in [...], he's in [...] and we both get a (church)
This ain't no crew, a family so get it straight (church)
So you can tell god to part the clouds
And let your sun to the minds of my target crowd
I know some of these people think I'm a certified artist now
But the butterfly's above and I'm above what I started now
Passionate like a political in an artist lounge
Hungry like a poor daddy with a gun and a child
If you thought it was a flake, you just a departed clown
And if you thought I was hard, well you better think harder now

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