Luyện nghe bài hát Pop The Trunk Remix

Meth lab in the back and the crack smoke pills through the streets an early morning fog
Momma's in the slaughter with a hatchet 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 Crimson Tide 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 hold hands or hands naw he's rough like a brilo
Went to the Chevy and pulled out a machete and that gun is heavy and tall as the willow

Think he's playin'? You better 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 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

11:30 and I'm pullin' up smoking babbage out the back of my buddies Monty Carlo
Spittin' over some super hot beats with a super hot freak we call the lot hoe
You know we sippin on that old brown bottle, bass in the make the whole town wobble
So when we around bitches follow, but tonight one of the bitches is giving us problems
one of them bitches be fuckin' one of my homeboys favorite bitches
And has been on his hit list for a minute and I 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 jumped to the and grabbed his biscuit, biscuit!

Think he's You better 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
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 oak duffle bag layin' in the back 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
Momma call the police
Now he's no
Took a buckshot to the chest with a rock shell and he's moving slow
All this has spilled, enough to give a penguin chills
Hot enough to make a smoke at the tip of a hollowed steel
In the of the hollowed field
In the of the hollowed 'til
This ain't a figment of my imagination buddy, this is I live Bama!

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