Luyện nghe bài hát Pop The Trunk

Meth lab in the back and the crack pills through the streets like an early morning fog
Momma's in the slaughter house with a hatchet helping daddy chop early hog
I'm catching Zs like an early morning saw when I up to the racket yawn and pause
What the fuck man I can never get sleep man, peeped out the window what's with y'all?
Stood up in my Crimson Alabama sweat pants and threw my pillow
Looks like daddy caught the motherfucker that tried to sneak in and steal his
They don't know that old man hold hands or throw hands naw he's rough like a brilo
Went to the Chevy and pulled out a machete and that gun is heavy and as the midget willow

Think he's playin'? You better listen he's sayin punk
make me go pop the trunk, on you
He got an old Mossberg in the mossy oak bag layin' in the back of the dunk boy
make me go pop the trunk, on you

Think he's playin'? You listen what he's sayin punk
make me go pop the trunk, on you
He got an old Mossberg in the mossy oak duffle bag layin' in the of the dunk boy
Don't me go pop the trunk, on you

11:30 and I'm pullin' up dirty smoking babbage out the of my buddies Monty Carlo
Spittin' over super hot beats with a super hot freak we call the parking lot hoe
You know we sippin on that old brown bottle, bass in the trunk make the town wobble
So when we ride bitches follow, but tonight one of the bitches is giving us problems
Well one of bitches be fuckin' one of my homeboys favorite bitches
And has been on his hit list for a and I think he's ready to handle his business
He told me get this and he handed me the Cartier watch that was on his wrist
He said watch this shit and he to the trunk and grabbed his biscuit, biscuit!

Think he's playin'? You better what he's sayin punk
make me go pop the trunk, on you
He got an old Mossberg in the mossy oak duffle bag layin' in the of the dunk boy
Don't me go pop the trunk, on you

Think he's playin'? You better listen what sayin punk
Don't me go pop the trunk, on you
He got an old Mossberg in the mossy oak duffle bag in the back of the dunk boy
Don't me go pop the trunk, on you

Two men stand, one's go
One falls down to the ground, one walks down to the
better call the police
Now he's no
Took a buckshot to the chest with a rock salt and he's moving slow
All this blood has spilled, enough to give a chills
Hot enough to make a potato smoke at the tip of a hollowed
In the valley of the hollowed
In the valley of the hollowed
This ain't a of my imagination buddy, this is where I live Bama!

Think he's playin'? You better listen he's sayin punk
Don't me go pop the trunk, on you
He got an old Mossberg in the mossy oak duffle bag layin' in the of the dunk boy
make me go pop the trunk, on you

Think he's playin'? You better listen what sayin punk
make me go pop the trunk, on you
He got an old Mossberg in the mossy oak duffle bag layin' in the back of the boy
make me go pop the trunk, on you