Luyện nghe bài hát Punk

I'm a million lightyears away the dark
A miles and running
boy can survive
I'm alive, a loaded
full of crooks
Pen and paper, one's for the books
Pack it, wrap it, seal it, it
To the corner in a Caddy
Everybody in this jumping footprints on the wall
Gimme the losers, the ones who fit in
And with this 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
out for the kill
I don't
I don't deal with these whose whose in this mass
I just wanna be a steering wheel of a semi-truck
get drunk and run amuck
With single one of my misfits
Bitch, that's how showin' up
With them lowriders on the west
Lift kits the south
Jump in the seat of my '69 and hit the bootleg house
I'm on my new shit, still ready and
A public
But I feel right at

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

Still bumping Three 6 all day, Hank all day
So promenade the lights in the ballroom swing
And shake and then fall and break that bottom bass
Make you wanna tear the club up and go tattoo face
Country boys, raised, what a blend, that's all it takes
Got a lock in the pocket, a in the sock
a cop I'm a nervous wreck
I never could keep a job I rob and I take
And I leave you with nothing
But tried
tried to harvest early and the pot died
If she ever said I was a good boy, me, mama lied
Leave these haters a cane to walk
Take these lames with a grain of
All I do is take aim, assault, tell my story
Paint the wall from to Atlanta
From Atlanta I began to 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, they're sleepin' on me, let me wake 'em up
Got the in my palm, watch me shake it up
Everything I'm talkin' real, I ain't 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
sound the same, you need to switch it up
They still swervin' in my lane, they to give it up
But I don't give a fuck, I don't give a
I don't a fuck, really I don't give a fuck

And the whole is yours
This I know, Nas told me so
right, so give 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 goin' back to Cali to the allies where they rallies
the skateboarders, punks and rowdies
And 'em this country savvy
I, am, Yelawolf, and I'm feeling at home