Luyện nghe bài hát My Own Lane

If I die and you my name
I won't cast no shadow, I throw no shade
And if I never get to walk the hall of fame
It won't me none
I'm in, I'm in my own lane

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

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

My own lane, full of black rubber and paint, the smell of muscle cars and trucks with old leaks
stills burning way way high on the ridge,
I know where they're all at but I ain't no
I'd rather be a outlaw a weak-ass bitch,
That's how you end up laying up in a ditch
And don't get it, but they single me out,
For being too damn real I ain't a sellout
Go ahead, away, put the cash in your pocket,
You can be recycled but ever me bud
I'm normally Churchman, sipping on a Sunday,
A bad motherfucker, God forgives me
Hell, am I saying?
Every angel falls, God whiskey and the weed in my palm
And he gave me the soul to pour off on my
And feed off of the I stay dragging along
So with that being when I get to the Gates
Need a motor in our Chevy an old tailgate
A bottle of the devil's cut in an tanker,
so clean I could possibly drink it
Just spit flames for my fanbase and my name,
Underground kicking I ain't 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 forget my
I won't cast no shadow, I won't no shade
And if I never get to walk along the hall of
It bother me none
Because I'm in, I'm in my own