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 walk the hall of fame
It won't me none
I'm in, I'm in my own lane

Own lane, my own sound, with my own look,
With my own money, my own cars
With my own bars, my own trucks,
my own house, with my own chick,
I don't nothing of y'alls
And by me saying that the numbers
I got say it takes big balls 'cause the big leagues see me
And I might fuck a preposition up for myself as a dude
Coming up 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 the life that these airheads live
But I guess I can't get it through thick-ass skull
Sony hit me up and said wanted the name
Erased from the song that I did with Combs
'Cause they want him labeled as a racist
And the song "Outlaw" don't fit his at all
So if you look on YouTube at the same damn
His name got erased about eight ago
And I was worried if I didn't his name off the label
Someone was come sue me bro
But I never nothing, I just brushed it off,
I was always taught to let go
So "can you get a outlaw" I'm gone?
I'm not sure but someone

If I die and you forget my
I cast no shadow, I won't throw no shade
And if I never get to along 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 paint, the smell of muscle cars and trucks with old leaks
Shot burning way way high on the ridge,
I know where they're all at but I 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 don't get it, but they me out,
For being too damn real 'cause I ain't a
Go ahead, smile away, put the cash in pocket,
You can be but never ever me bud
I'm normally Churchman, Jack on a Sunday,
A bad motherfucker, hope God 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 stay dragging
So that being said when I get to the Gates
Need a motor in our with an old tailgate
A bottle of the cut in an unlimited tanker,
so clean I could possibly drink it
Just 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 forget my
I cast no shadow, I won't throw no shade
And if I never get to walk along the of fame
It bother me none
Because I'm in, I'm in my own