Luyện nghe bài hát My Own Lane

If I die and you forget my
I won't cast no shadow, I won't no shade
And if I get to walk along the hall of fame
It won't me none
Because I'm in, I'm in my own

Own lane, my own sound, with my own look,
With my own money, with my own
With my own bars, 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 as a nobody dude
up from Tennessee
Yeah they to me like I'm a fucking 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 that thick-ass skull
Sony hit me up and said they the name
Erased the song that I did with Luke Combs
'Cause they don't him labeled as a racist
And the "Outlaw" don't fit his image at all
So if you look on YouTube at the same damn
His name got erased about months ago
And I was worried if I didn't his name off the label
Someone was gonna sue me bro
But I never said nothing, I just it off,
I was taught to let bullshit go
So "can you get a outlaw" after I'm
I'm not sure but someone

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 bother me none
I'm in, I'm in my own lane

My own lane, full of black rubber and spray paint, the smell of muscle cars and with old leaks
stills burning way way high on the ridge,
I know where all at but I ain't no snitch
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 real 'cause I ain't a sellout
Go ahead, smile away, put the in your pocket,
You can be recycled but ever me bud
I'm Churchman, sipping Jack on a Sunday,
A bad motherfucker, hope God me
Hell, what am I
Every angel falls, God made whiskey and the in my palm
And he gave me the to pour off on my songs
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 with an old
A of the devil's cut in an unlimited tanker,
Gasoline so clean I possibly drink it
spit flames for my fanbase and my last name,
Underground kicking I ain't even about my grave
Talking 'bout the legacy I'll laying up in my state,
The man who gave his heart to be a fucking fake

If I die and you my name
I won't cast no shadow, I won't no shade
And if I never get to walk along the hall of
It won't bother me
I'm in, I'm in my own lane