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 get to walk along 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
my own bars, with my own trucks,
With my own house, my own chick,
I want nothing 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 myself as a nobody
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 that these airheads
But I I can't get it through that thick-ass skull
Sony hit me up and they wanted the name
Erased from the song that I did with Luke
'Cause they don't want him labeled as a
And the song "Outlaw" fit his image at all
So if you look on at the same damn song
His name got erased about months ago
And I was worried if I take his name off the label
Someone was gonna sue me bro
But I never said nothing, I brushed it off,
I was taught to let bullshit go
So "can you get a outlaw" after I'm
I'm not sure but hopefully

If I die and you my name
I won't cast no shadow, I won't no shade
And if I get to walk along the hall 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 muscle cars and trucks with old
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 a weak-ass bitch,
That's how you end up wrecked laying up in a
And motherfuckers don't get it, but they me out,
For being too damn real 'cause I ain't a
Go ahead, smile away, put the in your pocket,
You can be recycled but never me bud
I'm normally Churchman, sipping 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 me the soul to pour off on my songs
And feed off of the emotion I dragging along
So with that being when I get to the Gates
Need a motor in our with an old tailgate
A bottle of the cut in an unlimited tanker,
Gasoline so I could possibly drink it
Just spit flames for my fanbase and my name,
Underground kicking I ain't talk about my grave
'bout the legacy I'll leave laying up in my state,
The man who never his heart to be a fucking fake

If I die and you my name
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
Because I'm in, I'm in my own