Luyện nghe bài hát Pop The Trunk Remix

Meth lab in the back and the crack smoke pills through the like an early morning fog
Momma's in the slaughter 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 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 that old man don't hold hands or throw naw he's rough like a brilo
Went to the Chevy and pulled out a machete and that gun is and tall as the midget willow

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 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 he's 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

11:30 and I'm pullin' up dirty smoking babbage out the of my buddies Monty Carlo
Spittin' over some 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 make the whole town
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 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 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 duffle bag layin' in the of the dunk boy
make me go pop the trunk, on you

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 back of the boy
Don't me go pop the trunk, on you

Two men stand, one's go
One falls down to the ground, one walks down to the
Momma better the police
Now he's no
Took a buckshot to the chest with a rock salt 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 hollowed
This a figment of my imagination buddy, this is where I live Bama!

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