Luyện nghe bài hát Pop The Trunk Remix

Meth lab in the back and the crack smoke through the streets like an early morning fog
Momma's in the slaughter house with a hatchet daddy chop early morning hog
I'm catching Zs like an early saw when I woke up to the racket yawn and pause
What the fuck man I can never get sleep man, peeped out the window what's wrong with
Stood up in my Crimson Tide Alabama sweat pants and threw my
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 and tall as the midget willow

Think he's playin'? You better what he's sayin punk
make 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
Don't me go pop the trunk, on you

he's playin'? You better listen 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

11:30 and I'm pullin' up dirty smoking 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 we sippin on that old brown bottle, bass in the trunk make the whole town wobble
So when we ride around bitches follow, but tonight one of the bitches is giving us
Well one of them bitches be fuckin' one of my favorite bitches
And has been on his hit list for a minute and I think ready to handle his business
He told me Yelawolf get this and he handed me the Cartier watch 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 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

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
make me go pop the trunk, on you

Two men stand, gotta go
One falls down to the ground, one walks to the road
better call the police
Now screaming no
Took a buckshot to the with a rock salt shell and he's moving slow
All this blood has spilled, enough to give a penguin
Hot enough to make a potato smoke at the tip of a steel
In the valley of the hollowed
In the of the hollowed 'til
This ain't a 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 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