Luyện nghe bài hát Pop The Trunk Remix

Meth lab in the back and the crack pills through the streets like an early morning fog
Momma's in the slaughter house with a hatchet helping daddy chop 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?
Stood up in my Crimson Tide Alabama sweat and threw my pillow
Looks like daddy caught the motherfucker that tried to sneak in and steal his
They don't know that old man don't 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 willow

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 better listen he's sayin punk
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
Don't 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 freak we call the lot hoe
You know we sippin on that old bottle, bass in the trunk make the whole town wobble
So when we ride around bitches follow, but tonight one of the bitches is us problems
Well one of bitches be fuckin' one of my homeboys favorite bitches
And has been on his hit for a minute 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 trunk and 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
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
Don't me go pop the trunk, on you

Two men stand, one's go
One down to the ground, one walks down to the road
Momma better call the
Now screaming no
Took a to the chest with a rock salt shell and he's 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 of the hollowed field
In the valley of the hollowed
ain't a figment of my imagination buddy, this is where 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 playin'? You better listen what he's sayin
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