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
in the slaughter house with a hatchet helping daddy chop early morning hog
I'm catching Zs an early morning saw when I woke up to the racket yawn and pause
the fuck man I can never get sleep man, peeped out the window what's wrong with y'all?
Stood up in my Tide Alabama sweat pants and threw my pillow
Looks like daddy caught the that tried to sneak in and steal his elbows
don't 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 gun is heavy and tall as the midget willow

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 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 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

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 freak we the parking lot hoe
You know we sippin on that old brown bottle, bass in the trunk make the town wobble
So when we ride 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 Yelawolf get this and he handed me the 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 better listen 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 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

Two men stand, one's go
One falls down to the ground, one walks to the road
Momma better the police
Now screaming no
a buckshot to the chest with a rock salt shell and he's moving slow
All this blood has spilled, enough to give a chills
Hot to make a potato smoke at the tip of a hollowed steel
In the valley of the hollowed
In the valley of the hollowed
This ain't a figment of my imagination buddy, is where I live Bama!

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
Don't me go pop the trunk, on you

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