Luyện nghe bài hát Pop The Trunk

Meth lab in the and the crack smoke pills through the streets like an early morning fog
Momma's in the slaughter house with a hatchet helping daddy early morning hog
I'm Zs like an early morning saw when I woke up to the racket yawn and pause
What the fuck man I can get sleep man, peeped out the window what's wrong with y'all?
Stood up in my Crimson Tide Alabama sweat and threw my pillow
Looks like daddy caught the motherfucker that tried to in and steal his elbows
They don't know that old man don't hold hands or throw hands naw he's rough like a
Went to the Chevy and pulled out a machete and gun is heavy and tall as the midget willow

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
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 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 of my buddies Monty Carlo
Spittin' over some super hot beats with a super hot we call the parking lot hoe
You we sippin on that old brown bottle, bass in the trunk make the whole town wobble
So when we ride around bitches follow, but one of the bitches is giving us problems
Well one of them bitches be 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 watch that was on his wrist
He watch this shit and he jumped to the trunk and grabbed his biscuit, biscuit!

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

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