Luyện nghe bài hát Out Of Control

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My trucks so clean, you can lick the white walls and drink the
My pockets so deep I can eat McDonalds 5 of the week
I got so soul the devil is jealous, wanna be down with the king
I'm off the ground I float like a jet of propellers, a machine
Speaking of Vietnam I'm in this beat like a in Vietcong
it's [?]
Preaching of see 'em wrong, ravish piece I retrieve 'em and lead 'em wrong with gift of a Chevy dream
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I'm too rock for
Too hip-hop for rock n'
I'm too city for
And I'm too country for city
But I don't give a what they want from me
I can only give 'em I know
I guess you can just it
Out of control

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I get so drunk I lean against when there is no wall
My team is so wild that they throw up the flag when there is no cop
The is still dirty, my Chevy parts are clapping, I need no applause
Roll up like a windpark, 50 seat with nothing but us
I grew up on [?] when was poor hoping for easy jobs, I'm set with a TV nod
I up in [?] when mama was star-shopping for Iggy Pop's [?]
We grew up a few easy [?] and was more popping when [?] dropped I sat with a [?]
I knew it was either rock and if wanted more options for me to I happened to see hip hop

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Give a fuck if you understand it, how would I expect you to, I barely it
How I ended up standing with Shady, shaking hands with 50 it was planned for me maybe
I'm the juxtaposition the of musical composition
I'm America's stain, what's left in the kitchen
Take the garbage out with the beggers and in the fucking bag
Digging for hand-me-down's, like I forgot I have
told me how to do me, it just is
An evolution of rap and 'n' roll mixed with
Country-ass Memphis, Tennessee
spitting white kid [?]
Metallica, Triplesix, OutKast, Johnny
Deadhead hippie [?]
I`m [?] to it
from the pen, ye, I begin
you, Eminem, [?]