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 along the hall of fame
It bother me none
Because I'm in, I'm in my own

Own lane, with my own sound, my own look,
With my own money, my own cars
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 the numbers
I got they say it big balls 'cause the big leagues see me
And I might fuck a preposition up for myself as a dude
up from Tennessee
Yeah talk to me like I'm a fucking idiot
And they can get me a 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 that thick-ass skull
Sony hit me up and they wanted the name
Erased from the song I did with Luke Combs
'Cause they don't want him as a racist
And the song "Outlaw" don't fit his at all
So if you on YouTube at the same damn song
His name got erased about eight ago
And I was worried if I take his name off the label
Someone was come sue me bro
But I never said nothing, I brushed 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 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
Because I'm in, I'm in my own

My own lane, full of black rubber and spray paint, the smell of muscle and trucks with old leaks
Shot stills burning way way on the ridge,
I where they're all at but I ain't no snitch
I'd be a outlaw than a weak-ass bitch,
That's how you end up wrecked laying up in a
And don't get it, but they single me out,
For being too real 'cause 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, Jack on a Sunday,
A bad motherfucker, God forgives me
Hell, am I saying?
Every angel falls, God made whiskey and the weed in my
And he gave me the soul to pour off on my
And off of the emotion I stay dragging along
So with that being said when I get to the
Need a motor in our Chevy an old tailgate
A bottle of the cut in an unlimited tanker,
Gasoline so clean I possibly drink it
spit flames for my fanbase and my last name,
Underground kicking I even talk about my grave
'bout the legacy I'll 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 cast no shadow, I won't throw no shade
And if I never get to along the hall of fame
It won't me none
Because I'm in, I'm in my own