Luyện nghe bài hát Pop The Trunk

Meth lab in the back and the crack smoke pills through the like an early morning fog
in the slaughter house with a hatchet helping daddy chop early morning hog
I'm catching Zs like an early 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?
up in my Crimson Tide Alabama sweat pants and threw my pillow
Looks daddy caught the motherfucker that tried to sneak in and steal his elbows
They don't know 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
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
Don't me go pop the trunk, on you

and I'm pullin' up dirty smoking babbage out the back of my buddies Monty Carlo
Spittin' over some super hot 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 around 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 on his hit list for a minute and I think he's ready to handle his business
He told me Yelawolf get this and he handed me the Cartier watch 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 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 he's sayin
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

Two men stand, one's go
One falls down to the ground, one walks to the road
better call the police
Now screaming no
Took a buckshot to the chest with a rock salt shell and he's moving
All this blood has spilled, enough to give a chills
Hot to make a potato smoke at the tip of a hollowed steel
In the valley of the field
In the valley of the hollowed
This 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 back of the boy
make me go pop the trunk, on you

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