Luyện nghe bài hát Punk

I'm a lightyears away from the dark
A thousand and running
Country boy can
I'm alive, a loaded
Backseat full of
Pen and paper, this one's for the
it, wrap it, seal it, send it
To the corner in a Travis
Everybody in this motherfucker footprints on the wall
the losers, the ones who don't 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 don't
I don't deal with these whose in this mass appeal
I just wanna be behind a steering wheel of a
Then get drunk and run
every single one of my misfits
Bitch, how we're showin' up
them lowriders on the west side
Lift kits the south
Jump in the passenger of my '69 and hit the bootleg house
I'm on my new shit, still and ruthless
A nuisance
But I feel at home

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 giving up, I'd rather 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 give a fuck, really I don't give a

Still bumping Three 6 all day, Hank all day
So promenade when the in the ballroom swing
And shake and then fall and with that bottom bass
Make you wanna tear the club up and go tattoo 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 wreck
I never keep a job 'cause I rob and I take
And I leave you nothing left
But mama
Mama tried to 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 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 who my friends, the men around me was
The culture is slum, and I'm not alone
I put a in Nashville, and I'm feelin' 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 make it up
I know you probably think I care, but I don't a fuck
But I ain't givin' up, I'd rather 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 give a fuck, really 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, parked out front
I'm a man and I'm on the run
And I'm goin' back to Cali to the allies where they packin'
With the skateboarders, and rowdies
And show 'em this savvy
I, am, Yelawolf, and I'm right at home