Luyện nghe bài hát My Own Lane

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 won't me none
I'm in, I'm in my own lane

Own lane, my own sound, with my own look,
my own money, with my own cars
With my own bars, my own trucks,
my own house, with my own chick,
I don't want of y'alls
And by me saying that with the
I got they say it takes big balls 'cause the big see me
And I might fuck a preposition up for as a nobody dude
Coming up Tennessee
Yeah they talk to me like I'm a idiot
And they can get me a life I get on my own
But I don't want the life that these live
But I guess I can't get it through thick-ass skull
Sony hit me up and said they the name
from the song that I did with Luke Combs
'Cause they want him labeled as a racist
And the "Outlaw" don't fit his image at all
So if you look on at the same damn song
His got erased about eight months ago
And I was worried if I didn't take his name off the
was gonna come sue me bro
But I said nothing, I just brushed it off,
I was taught to let bullshit go
So "can you get a outlaw" I'm gone?
I'm not sure but someone

If I die and you forget my
I cast 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

My own lane, full of rubber and spray paint, the smell of muscle 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 than a bitch,
That's how you end up wrecked up in a ditch
And motherfuckers don't get it, but single me out,
For being too damn real 'cause I a sellout
Go ahead, smile away, put the cash in 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 angel falls, God made whiskey and the weed in my
And he gave me the soul to pour off on my
And feed off of the emotion I dragging along
So with that being said when I get to the
Need a motor in our Chevy an old tailgate
A of the devil's cut in an unlimited tanker,
Gasoline so clean I possibly drink it
Just flames for my fanbase and my last name,
Underground kicking I even talk about my grave
Talking 'bout the I'll leave laying up in my state,
The man who gave his heart to be a fucking fake

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