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 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, my own cars
With my own bars, my own trucks,
With my own house, my own chick,
I don't want of y'alls
And by me saying that the numbers
I got they say it takes big 'cause the big leagues see me
And I might a preposition up for myself 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 guess I can't get it that thick-ass skull
Sony hit me up and said they the name
Erased from the song that I did with Combs
'Cause don't want him labeled as a racist
And the song "Outlaw" don't fit his at all
So if you look on at the same damn song
His name got erased eight months ago
And I was worried if I take his name off the label
was gonna come sue me bro
But I said nothing, I just brushed it off,
I was taught to let bullshit go
So "can you get a outlaw" I'm gone?
I'm not sure but someone

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 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 cars and trucks old leaks
Shot stills way way high on the ridge,
I where 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 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 cash in pocket,
You can be recycled but never me bud
I'm Churchman, sipping Jack on a Sunday,
A bad motherfucker, hope God me
Hell, am I saying?
Every angel falls, God made whiskey and the in my palm
And he gave me the soul to pour off on my
And feed off of the emotion I dragging along
So with that being said I get to the Gates
Need a motor in our Chevy an old tailgate
A of the devil's cut in an unlimited tanker,
so clean I could possibly drink it
Just spit flames for my fanbase and my name,
Underground kicking I ain't even talk about my
Talking 'bout the 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 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