Luyện nghe bài hát Out Of Control

1]
My so clean, you can lick the white walls and drink the gasoline
My pockets so deep I can eat McDonalds 5 of the week
I got so much soul the 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 a heater in Vietcong
it's [?]
Preaching of see 'em wrong, piece I retrieve 'em and lead 'em wrong with this gift of a Chevy dream
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I'm too for hip-hop
Too hip-hop for rock n'
I'm too for rednecks
And I'm too country for city
But I give a fuck what they want from me
I can only give 'em what I
I guess you can call it
Out of control

2]
I get so drunk I lean against walls when there is no
My team is so wild that throw up the rebel flag when there is no cop
The south is 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 mama was poor hoping for easy jobs, I'm set a TV nod
I up in [?] when mama was star-shopping for Iggy Pop's [?]
We grew up a few easy [?] and mama was popping when [?] dropped I sat with a [?]
I knew it was either and if wanted more options for me to block I happened to see hip hop

3]
Give a fuck if you it, how would I expect you to, I barely comprehend it
How I ended up standing with Shady, shaking with 50 like it was planned for me maybe
I'm the juxtaposition the of musical composition
I'm America's sweat stain, what's left in the
Take the garbage out with the beggers and in the fucking bag
Digging for hand-me-down's, I forgot what I have
told me how to do me, it just is
An evolution of rap and 'n' roll mixed with
Country-ass Memphis, Tennessee
Tobacco white kid [?]
Metallica, Triplesix, OutKast, Cash
Deadhead hippie [?]
I`m [?] to it
Benefit from the pen, ye, I
you, Eminem, [?]