Luyện nghe bài hát Punk

I'm a lightyears away from the dark
A thousand and running
boy can survive
I'm alive, a loaded
Backseat full of
Pen and paper, this one's for the
Pack it, wrap it, it, send it
To the corner in a Travis
Everybody in this motherfucker jumping footprints on the
the losers, the ones who don't fit in
And this shit we're gonna have a ball
Swing around the pit Dosie Doe
Billy and a Dobro
I'm Psycho no
I'm a chili pepper in an
Comin' out for the
I don't
I don't deal with these whose whose in this mass
I just wanna be behind a steering of a semi-truck
get drunk and run amuck
With single one of my misfits
Bitch, that's how showin' up
With them on the west side
Lift kits the south
Jump in the passenger seat of my '69 and hit the house
I'm on my new shit, still ready and
A public
But I feel at home

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 probably think I care, but I give a fuck
But I giving up, I'd rather live it up
Everybody the same, you need to switch it up
They still swervin' in my lane, they to give it up
But I give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
I don't a fuck, really I don't give a fuck

Still Three 6 all day, Hank Williams all day
So when the lights in the ballroom swing
And shake and fall and break with that bottom bass
Make you wanna the club up and go tattoo your face
Country boys, gutter raised, what a blend, all it takes
Got a lock in the pocket, a in the sock
With a cop I'm a nervous
I never could keep a job I rob and I take
And I leave you with left
But mama
Mama tried to harvest early and the pot
If she ever I was a good boy, trust me, mama lied
Leave these haters with a cane to
Take these lames with a of salt
All I wanna do is take aim, assault, my story
Paint the from Alabama to Atlanta
From I began to build a plan, a panoramic view
To center who my friends, the men me was
The culture is that slum, and I'm not
I put a flag in Nashville, and I'm right at home

Yeah, since they're on me, let me wake '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 givin' up, I'd rather it up
Everybody sound the same, you need to it up
They still swervin' in my lane, they to give it up
But I don't give a fuck, I don't a fuck
I don't give a fuck, really I give a fuck

And the whole world is
This I know, because Nas me so
Damn right, so me that bag of money 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 back to Cali to the allies where they packin' rallies
the skateboarders, punks and rowdies
And 'em this country savvy
I, am, Yelawolf, and I'm feeling at home