Luyện nghe bài hát Pop The Trunk

Meth lab in the back and the crack smoke pills through the streets an early morning fog
Momma's in the slaughter house with a hatchet helping daddy early morning 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 man, peeped out the window what's wrong with y'all?
Stood up in my Crimson Tide sweat pants and threw my pillow
like daddy caught the motherfucker that tried to sneak in and steal his elbows
They don't that old man don't hold hands or throw hands naw he's rough like a brilo
Went to the and pulled out a machete and that gun is heavy and tall as the midget willow

Think he's You better 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 in the back of the dunk boy
make me go pop the trunk, on you

Think playin'? You better listen what 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 back of the boy
make me go pop the trunk, on you

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

Think he's playin'? You better listen what he's 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 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
Don't me go pop the trunk, on you

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

Think playin'? You better listen what 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
Don't me go pop the trunk, on you

he's playin'? You better listen what 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 back of the boy
make me go pop the trunk, on you