Luyện nghe bài hát Punk

I'm a million lightyears away from the
A thousand 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 Travis
Everybody in motherfucker jumping footprints on the wall
the losers, the ones who don't fit in
And with this shit we're gonna have a
Swing around the pit Dosie Doe
Catfish 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 in this mass appeal
I wanna be behind a steering wheel of a semi-truck
get drunk and run amuck
With single one of my misfits
Bitch, that's how we're up
them lowriders on the west side
Lift kits from the
Jump in the seat of my '69 and hit the bootleg house
I'm on my new shit, ready and ruthless
A nuisance
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 talkin' real, I make it up
I know you probably think I care, but I don't give a
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, need to give it up
But I don't give a fuck, I give a fuck
I don't give a fuck, really I don't give a

Still bumping 6 all day, Hank Williams all day
So promenade the lights in the ballroom swing
And shake and then fall and break with that 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 lock in the pocket, a in the sock
With a cop I'm a wreck
I never could keep a job 'cause I rob and I
And I leave you with nothing
But mama
Mama to harvest early and the pot died
If she ever I was a good boy, trust me, mama lied
Leave haters with a cane to walk
Take these lames 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 a plan, a panoramic view
To center who my friends, the men me was
The is that slum, and I'm not alone
I put a flag in Nashville, and I'm feelin' at home

Yeah, since they're sleepin' on me, let me '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 probably I care, but I don't 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, need to give it up
But I don't give a fuck, I give a fuck
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck

And the whole world is
This I know, Nas told me so
Damn right, so give me that bag of money real
Let's go, I've got it cranked, it's out front
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 show 'em this country
I, am, Yelawolf, and I'm feeling at home