Luyện nghe bài hát Punk

I'm a million lightyears from the dark
A thousand miles and
Country boy can
I'm alive, a gunnin'
Backseat of crooks
Pen and paper, this one's for the
Pack it, wrap it, it, send it
To the in a Travis Caddy
Everybody in this motherfucker footprints on the wall
the losers, the ones who don't fit in
And with shit we're gonna have a ball
Swing the mosh pit Dosie Doe
Billy and a Dobro
I'm White—oh no
I'm a chili in an Oldsmobile
Comin' out for the
I don't
I don't deal with whose whose in this mass appeal
I just be behind a steering wheel of a semi-truck
Then get and run amuck
With every single one of my
Bitch, that's how showin' up
With them lowriders on the side
Lift kits the south
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 right at home

Yeah, since sleepin' on me, let me wake 'em up
Got the world in my palm, watch me it up
Everything I'm talkin' real, I ain't it up
I know you probably think I care, but I don't give a
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, they need to 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 when the lights in the ballroom
And shake and then fall and with that bottom bass
Make you wanna tear the up and go tattoo your face
boys, gutter raised, what a blend, that's all it takes
Got a lock in the pocket, a rock in the
With a cop I'm a nervous
I could keep a job 'cause I rob and I take
And I leave you with left
But tried
Mama tried to early and the pot died
If she said I was a good boy, trust me, mama lied
Leave these haters with a cane to
Take these with a grain of salt
All I do is take aim, assault, tell my story
Paint the wall Alabama to Atlanta
Atlanta I began to build a plan, a panoramic view
To who my friends, the men around me was
The culture is that slum, and I'm not
I put a in Nashville, and I'm feelin' right at home

Yeah, since they're 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 I care, but I don't give a fuck
But I ain't givin' up, I'd rather it up
Everybody the same, you need to switch it up
They still in my lane, they need to give it up
But I don't a fuck, I don't give a fuck
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 that bag of money 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 country savvy
I, am, Yelawolf, and I'm right at home