Luyện nghe bài hát Pop The Trunk

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

Think he's playin'? You better listen what he's sayin
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

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 back of the 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 some super hot beats with a super hot freak we the parking lot hoe
You know we sippin on that old brown bottle, bass in the make the whole town wobble
So when we ride around bitches follow, but one of the bitches is giving us problems
one of them bitches be fuckin' 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 this and he handed me the Cartier that was on his wrist
He said watch this shit and he jumped to the trunk and his biscuit, biscuit!

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

Think he's 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 bag layin' in the back of the dunk boy
Don't me go pop the trunk, on you

Two men stand, gotta go
One falls down to the ground, one down to the road
Momma better call the
Now he's no
Took a buckshot to the chest with a rock salt shell and he's moving
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 of the hollowed field
In the valley of the hollowed
This ain't a figment of my imagination buddy, this is where I Bama!

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 oak duffle bag layin' 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
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