Luyện nghe bài hát Pop The Trunk Remix

Meth lab in the back and the crack smoke pills through the streets like an 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 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 sweat pants and threw my pillow
Looks like daddy caught the motherfucker that tried to in and steal his elbows
They don't know 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 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
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 back of the boy
make me go pop the trunk, on you

11:30 and I'm pullin' up smoking babbage out the back of my buddies Monty Carlo
Spittin' over some super hot beats 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 when we around bitches follow, but tonight one of the bitches 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 get this 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 he's playin'? You better listen what 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
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
Don't me go pop the trunk, on you

Two men stand, gotta go
One falls down to the ground, one walks to the road
Momma better the police
Now screaming no
Took a buckshot to the chest with a rock salt shell and moving slow
All this blood has spilled, 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 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
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 oak duffle bag layin' in the back of the dunk boy
make me go pop the trunk, on you