Luyện nghe bài hát My Own Lane

If I die and you forget my
I won't cast no shadow, I won't throw no
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

Own lane, my own sound, with my own look,
With my own money, with my own
my own bars, with my own trucks,
With my own house, my own chick,
I don't nothing of y'alls
And by me saying that with the
I got they say it big balls 'cause the big leagues see me
And I might a preposition up for myself as a nobody dude
up from Tennessee
Yeah they talk to me like I'm a fucking
And they can get me a I can't get on my own
But I don't want the that these airheads live
But I I can't get it through that thick-ass skull
hit me up and said they wanted the name
Erased from the song 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 same song
His name got erased eight months ago
And I was worried if I didn't take his name off the
Someone was come sue me bro
But I said nothing, I just brushed it off,
I was always taught to let go
So "can you get a outlaw" I'm gone?
I'm not but hopefully 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 me none
Because I'm in, I'm in my own

My own lane, full of rubber and spray paint, the smell of muscle cars and trucks with old leaks
Shot 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,
how you end up wrecked laying up in a ditch
And motherfuckers don't get it, but single me out,
For being too real 'cause I ain't a sellout
Go ahead, smile away, put the in your pocket,
You can be recycled but never me bud
I'm normally Churchman, Jack on a Sunday,
A bad motherfucker, hope God me
Hell, what am I
Every angel falls, God made and the weed in my palm
And he gave me the soul to off on my songs
And feed off of the I stay dragging along
So with that being said when I get to the
Need a in our Chevy with an old tailgate
A of the devil's cut in an unlimited tanker,
Gasoline so clean I could drink it
Just spit for my fanbase and my last name,
Underground kicking I even talk about my grave
Talking 'bout the legacy leave laying up in my state,
The man who never gave his heart to be a fucking

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