Luyện nghe bài hát Pop The Trunk Remix

Meth lab in the back and the crack smoke pills through the streets like an early fog
Momma's in the slaughter house with a hatchet 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, peeped out the window what's wrong with
Stood up in my Crimson Alabama sweat pants and threw my pillow
like daddy caught the motherfucker that tried to sneak in and steal 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 heavy and tall as the midget

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

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 oak duffle bag layin' in the back 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 Carlo
Spittin' over some super hot beats with a super hot we call the parking lot hoe
You know we sippin on old brown bottle, bass in the trunk make the whole town wobble
So when we ride around bitches follow, but tonight one of the is giving 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 think he's ready to handle his
He told me Yelawolf get this and he handed me the watch that was on his wrist
He said watch this shit and he jumped to the trunk and his biscuit, biscuit!

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
Don't 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 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
Momma better the police
Now screaming no
Took a buckshot to the with a rock salt shell and he's moving slow
All this blood has spilled, to give a penguin chills
Hot to make a potato smoke at the tip of a hollowed steel
In the valley of the field
In the of the hollowed 'til
This ain't a figment of my imagination buddy, this is I live Bama!

Think he's playin'? You better what he's sayin punk
Don't me go pop the trunk, on you
He got an old in the mossy oak duffle bag layin' in the back of the dunk boy
make me go pop the trunk, on you

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
Don't me go pop the trunk, on you