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 won't bother me
I'm in, I'm in my own lane

Own lane, with my own sound, my own look,
With my own money, with my own
my own bars, with my own trucks,
With my own house, my own chick,
I don't want nothing of
And by me saying with the numbers
I got say it takes big balls 'cause the big leagues see me
And I might fuck a up for myself as a nobody dude
Coming up from
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 want the life that these live
But I guess I can't get it through thick-ass skull
Sony hit me up and said wanted the name
from the song that I did with Luke Combs
'Cause they don't want him as a racist
And the song "Outlaw" fit his image 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
Someone was gonna 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 but hopefully someone

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 hall of
It won't bother me
I'm in, I'm in my own lane

My own lane, full of rubber and spray paint, the smell of muscle cars and trucks with old leaks
Shot burning way way high on the ridge,
I where they're all at but I ain't no snitch
I'd rather be a outlaw a weak-ass bitch,
That's how you end up wrecked up in a ditch
And motherfuckers don't get it, but they me out,
For being too damn 'cause I ain't a sellout
Go ahead, smile away, put the in your pocket,
You can be but never ever me bud
I'm Churchman, sipping Jack on a Sunday,
A bad motherfucker, hope God me
Hell, am I saying?
angel falls, God made whiskey and the weed 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 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 I could possibly drink it
Just 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 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 the hall of fame
It won't me none
I'm in, I'm in my own lane