Luyện nghe bài hát Pop The Trunk Remix

Meth lab in the back and the crack smoke pills through the streets like an early fog
Momma's in the slaughter house with a helping daddy chop early 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, peeped out the window what's wrong with
Stood up in my Crimson Tide Alabama sweat pants and threw my
Looks like daddy the motherfucker that tried to sneak in and steal his elbows
They don't 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 that gun is 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
make 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

11:30 and I'm pullin' up dirty smoking babbage out the back of my Monty 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 the whole town wobble
So when we ride 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 on his hit list for a minute and I think he's ready to handle his business
He told me Yelawolf get this and he me the Cartier watch that was on his wrist
He said watch shit and he jumped to the trunk and grabbed his biscuit, biscuit!

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

Think he's playin'? You 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
Don't me go pop the trunk, on you

Two men stand, gotta go
One down to the ground, one walks down 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 blood has spilled, enough to give a penguin chills
Hot enough to make a potato smoke at the tip of a steel
In the valley of the field
In the valley of the hollowed
This ain't a figment of my imagination buddy, is where I live Bama!

Think he's playin'? You 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

Think he's playin'? You better listen what he's 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