Luyện nghe bài hát Pop The Trunk

Meth lab in the back and the smoke pills through the streets like an early morning fog
Momma's in the slaughter house a hatchet helping daddy chop early morning hog
I'm catching Zs an early morning saw when I woke up to the racket yawn and pause
What the fuck man I can never get sleep man, out the window what's wrong with y'all?
Stood up in my Crimson Tide Alabama sweat pants and threw my
Looks like daddy the motherfucker that tried to sneak in and steal his elbows
They don't know that old man 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 oak duffle bag layin' in the back of the dunk boy
make me go pop the trunk, on you

Think he's playin'? You better listen what he's sayin
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 back of my buddies Monty
over some 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 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 be fuckin' one of my homeboys favorite bitches
And has been on his hit list for a minute and I 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 jumped to the trunk and his biscuit, biscuit!

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 bag layin' in the back of the dunk boy
Don't 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
make 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 he's no
Took a buckshot to the chest with a rock salt and he's moving slow
All blood 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 hollowed
In the valley of the 'til
This ain't a figment of my imagination buddy, this is I live Bama!

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

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 of the dunk boy
Don't me go pop the trunk, on you