Luyện nghe bài hát Pop The Trunk

Meth lab in the back and the crack smoke 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 like an early morning saw I woke up to the racket yawn 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 pants and 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
to the Chevy and pulled out a machete and that gun is heavy and tall as the midget willow

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

Think he's playin'? You better 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
make me go pop the trunk, on you

11:30 and I'm pullin' up dirty smoking babbage out the back of my Monty Carlo
Spittin' 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 trunk make the whole town
So when we ride around follow, but tonight one of the bitches is giving us problems
Well one of them bitches be fuckin' one of my 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 that was on his wrist
He said watch this shit and he to the trunk and grabbed his biscuit, biscuit!

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 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 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

Two men stand, gotta go
One falls to the ground, one walks down to the road
better call the police
Now he's no
Took a to the chest with a rock salt shell and he's moving slow
All this blood has spilled, to give a penguin chills
Hot enough to a potato smoke at the tip of a hollowed steel
In the valley of the hollowed
In the valley of the 'til
This a figment of my imagination buddy, this is where I live Bama!

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