Luyện nghe bài hát Pop The Trunk Remix

Meth lab in the and the crack smoke pills through the streets like an early morning 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 with y'all?
Stood up in my Tide Alabama sweat pants and threw my pillow
Looks like daddy caught the motherfucker that tried to sneak in and his elbows
They don't know that old man don't 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 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 duffle bag layin' in the of the dunk boy
Don't me go pop the trunk, on you

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 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 babbage out the back of my buddies 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 make the whole wobble
So when we ride bitches follow, but tonight one of the bitches is giving us problems
Well one of them bitches be fuckin' one of my favorite bitches
And has been on his hit for a minute and I think he's ready to handle his business
He told me Yelawolf get this and he handed me the Cartier watch that was on his
He said watch this shit and he to the trunk and grabbed his biscuit, biscuit!

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 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 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, gotta go
One down to the ground, one walks down to the road
better call the police
Now he's no
Took a to the chest with a rock salt shell and he's moving slow
All this blood has spilled, enough to a penguin chills
Hot enough to make a potato at the tip of a hollowed steel
In the of the hollowed field
In the valley of the 'til
This ain't a of my imagination buddy, this is where I live Bama!

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 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 he's sayin punk
make 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