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 never get to walk along the of fame
It bother me none
I'm in, I'm in my own lane

Own lane, with my own sound, my own look,
my own money, with my own cars
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 they say it big balls 'cause the big leagues see me
And I might fuck a preposition up for as a nobody dude
Coming up Tennessee
they talk to me like I'm a fucking idiot
And they can get me a life I get on my own
But I don't the life that these airheads live
But I I can't get it through that thick-ass skull
Sony hit me up and said wanted the name
Erased from the that I did with Luke Combs
'Cause they don't want him labeled as a
And the song "Outlaw" don't fit his at all
So if you on YouTube at the same damn song
His name got about eight 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 always to let bullshit go
So "can you get a outlaw" after I'm
I'm not but hopefully someone

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

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 know they're all at but I ain't no snitch
I'd rather be a than a weak-ass bitch,
That's how you end up wrecked laying up in a
And motherfuckers get it, but they single me out,
For being too damn real 'cause I a sellout
Go ahead, away, put the cash in your pocket,
You can be recycled but never me bud
I'm normally Churchman, Jack on a Sunday,
A bad motherfucker, God forgives me
Hell, what am I
angel falls, God made whiskey and the weed in my palm
And he gave me the to pour off on my songs
And feed off of the I stay dragging along
So with that being said I get to the Gates
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
Just spit flames for my fanbase and my name,
Underground kicking I even talk about my grave
Talking 'bout the I'll leave laying up in my state,
The man who gave his heart to be a fucking fake

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
Because I'm in, I'm in my own