Luyện nghe bài hát Pop The Trunk Remix

Meth lab in the back and the crack smoke pills the streets like an early 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 yawn and
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 like daddy caught the motherfucker that tried to sneak in and his elbows
They know that old man don't hold hands or throw hands naw he's 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 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 he's playin'? You better listen what 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

11:30 and I'm pullin' up dirty smoking 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 old brown bottle, bass in the trunk make the whole town wobble
So we ride around bitches 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 been on his hit list for a and I think 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 and grabbed his biscuit, biscuit!

Think he's playin'? You 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 of the dunk boy
Don't me go pop the trunk, on you

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

Two men stand, one's 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 shell and he's moving slow
All this has spilled, enough to give a penguin chills
Hot to make a potato smoke at the tip of a hollowed steel
In the of the hollowed field
In the of the hollowed 'til
This ain't a figment of my imagination buddy, is where I live Bama!

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 layin' in the back of the boy
make 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 duffle bag in the back of the dunk boy
make me go pop the trunk, on you