Luyện nghe bài hát Punk

I'm a million lightyears away the dark
A miles and running
Country boy can
I'm alive, a loaded
Backseat full of
Pen and paper, one's for the books
it, wrap it, seal it, send 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 pit Dosie Doe
Catfish and a Dobro
I'm Psycho no
I'm a pepper in an Oldsmobile
Comin' out for the
I gamble
I don't with these whose whose in this mass appeal
I just wanna be behind a steering wheel of a
Then get and run amuck
With every one of my misfits
Bitch, that's how we're up
With them lowriders on the west
Lift from the south
Jump in the passenger seat of my '69 and hit the bootleg
I'm on my new shit, still ready and
A public
But I feel right at

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 I care, but I don't give a fuck
But I ain't giving up, I'd rather it up
Everybody 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 give a fuck, really I don't give a fuck

Still bumping Three 6 all day, Williams all day
So promenade when the lights in the swing
And shake and fall and break with that bottom bass
Make you wanna tear the club up and go your face
Country boys, gutter raised, what a blend, that's all it
Got a in the pocket, a rock 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 nothing
But mama
Mama to harvest early and the pot died
If she ever said I was a good boy, me, mama lied
Leave these haters with a to walk
Take these with a grain of salt
All I wanna do is take aim, assault, 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 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 world in my palm, 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 rather it up
Everybody sound the same, you to switch it up
still swervin' in my lane, they need 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
Damn right, so give me 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 packin' rallies
With the skateboarders, and rowdies
And show 'em this country
I, am, Yelawolf, and I'm right at home