Luyện nghe bài hát Punk

I'm a million away from the dark
A thousand and running
boy can survive
I'm alive, a gunnin'
Backseat full of
Pen and paper, one's for the books
Pack it, wrap it, seal it, it
To the in a Travis Caddy
in this motherfucker jumping footprints on the wall
Gimme the losers, the ones who fit in
And with this shit gonna have a ball
Swing around the mosh pit Doe
Catfish and a Dobro
I'm White—oh no
I'm a chili pepper in an
Comin' out for the
I gamble
I don't with these whose whose in this mass appeal
I just wanna be a steering wheel of a semi-truck
Then get and run amuck
With single one of my misfits
Bitch, how we're showin' up
With them lowriders on the west
kits from the south
Jump in the passenger seat of my '69 and hit the bootleg
I'm on my new shit, ready and ruthless
A public
But I feel right at

Yeah, since they're sleepin' on me, let me 'em up
Got the in my palm, watch me shake it up
I'm talkin' real, I ain't make it up
I know you probably think I care, but I give a fuck
But I ain't up, I'd rather live it up
sound the same, you need to switch it up
They still swervin' in my lane, they need to it up
But I don't give a fuck, I don't give a
I don't give a fuck, really I give a fuck

Still bumping Three 6 all day, Williams all day
So promenade the lights in the ballroom swing
And shake and then fall and with that bottom bass
you wanna tear the club up and go tattoo your face
Country boys, gutter raised, what a blend, that's all it
Got a in the pocket, a rock in the sock
a cop I'm a nervous wreck
I never could keep a job I rob and I take
And I you with nothing left
But mama
Mama tried to harvest early and the pot
If she ever said I was a good boy, trust me, lied
these haters with a cane to walk
Take lames with a grain of salt
All I do is take aim, assault, tell my story
Paint the from Alabama to Atlanta
From Atlanta I began to build a plan, a panoramic
To who my friends, the men around me was
The is that slum, and I'm not alone
I put a flag in Nashville, and I'm feelin' right at

Yeah, they're sleepin' on me, let me wake 'em up
Got the in my palm, watch me shake it up
Everything I'm real, I ain't make it up
I know you think I care, but I don't give a fuck
But I ain't givin' up, I'd live it up
Everybody sound the same, you need to it up
They still swervin' in my lane, need to give it up
But I don't give a fuck, I don't a fuck
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck

And the whole world is
I know, because Nas told me so
Damn right, so give me that bag of real quick
Let's go, I've got it cranked, it's parked out
I'm a man and I'm on the run
And I'm goin' back to Cali to the allies where packin' rallies
With the skateboarders, punks and
And show 'em country savvy
I, am, Yelawolf, and I'm right at home