Luyện nghe bài hát My Own Lane

If I die and you forget my
I cast no shadow, I won't throw no shade
And if I never get to along the hall of fame
It won't bother me
Because I'm in, I'm in my own

Own lane, with my own sound, my own look,
my own money, with my own cars
With my own bars, my own trucks,
With my own house, my own chick,
I don't want of y'alls
And by me saying that the numbers
I got say it takes big balls 'cause the big leagues see me
And I might fuck a preposition up for myself as a nobody
Coming up Tennessee
Yeah talk to me like I'm a fucking idiot
And can get me a life I can't get on my own
But I don't want the life that airheads live
But I guess I can't get it through that skull
Sony hit me up and said they the name
Erased from the that I did with Luke Combs
'Cause they don't want him labeled as a
And the "Outlaw" don't fit his image at all
So if you look on YouTube at the damn song
His name got about eight months ago
And I was worried if I didn't his name off the label
Someone was gonna sue me bro
But I never nothing, I just brushed it off,
I was always to let bullshit go
So "can you get a outlaw" after I'm
I'm not sure but someone

If I die and you forget my
I won't no shadow, I won't throw no shade
And if I never get to walk along the of fame
It bother me none
Because I'm in, I'm in my own

My own lane, full of black rubber and spray paint, the smell of cars and trucks with old leaks
stills burning way way high on the ridge,
I where they're all at but I ain't no snitch
I'd rather be a outlaw a weak-ass bitch,
That's how you end up laying up in a ditch
And motherfuckers don't get it, but they me out,
For being too real 'cause I ain't a sellout
Go ahead, away, put the cash in your pocket,
You can be but never ever me bud
I'm normally Churchman, Jack on a Sunday,
A bad motherfucker, God forgives me
Hell, what am I
Every falls, God made whiskey and the weed in my palm
And he gave me the soul to off on my songs
And off of the emotion I stay dragging along
So with that being when I get to the Gates
Need a in our Chevy with an old tailgate
A bottle of the cut in an unlimited tanker,
Gasoline so clean I could possibly it
spit flames for my fanbase and my last name,
Underground kicking I ain't even talk about my
'bout the legacy I'll leave laying up in my state,
The man who never gave his to be a fucking fake

If I die and you my name
I won't no shadow, I won't throw no shade
And if I never get to walk the hall of fame
It won't bother me
I'm in, I'm in my own lane