Luyện nghe bài hát Pop The Trunk Remix

Meth lab in the back and the crack smoke pills through the streets an early morning fog
in the slaughter house with a hatchet helping daddy chop 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 never get sleep man, out the window what's wrong with y'all?
Stood up in my Crimson Tide Alabama sweat pants and my pillow
Looks like daddy caught the motherfucker that tried to in and steal his elbows
They don't know that old man hold hands or throw hands naw he's rough like a brilo
Went to the Chevy and out a machete and that gun is heavy and tall as the midget willow

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 oak duffle bag layin' in the back 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

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

Think playin'? 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 in the back 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 duffle bag in the back of the dunk boy
Don't 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 call the
Now he's no
Took a buckshot to the with a rock salt 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 valley of the 'til
This a figment of my imagination buddy, this is where I live Bama!

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

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