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
Backseat full of
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
Gimme the losers, the who don't fit in
And with this shit gonna have a ball
around the mosh pit Dosie Doe
Catfish and a Dobro
I'm White—oh no
I'm a chili pepper in an
out for the kill
I don't
I don't deal with these whose whose in mass appeal
I just wanna be behind a steering wheel of a
Then get and run amuck
With single one of my misfits
Bitch, that's how we're up
With them lowriders on the side
Lift from the south
Jump in the passenger seat of my '69 and hit the house
I'm on my new shit, still and ruthless
A nuisance
But I feel at home

Yeah, since sleepin' 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 you probably think I care, but I don't give 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 a fuck, I don't give a fuck
I don't a fuck, really I don't give a fuck

Still bumping Three 6 all day, Williams all day
So promenade the lights in the ballroom swing
And shake and then fall and break with bottom bass
Make you tear the club up and go tattoo your face
Country boys, 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 wreck
I never keep a job 'cause I rob and I take
And I leave you with nothing
But tried
tried to harvest early and the pot died
If she ever I was a good boy, trust me, mama lied
these haters with a cane to walk
Take these lames with a of salt
All I wanna do is take aim, assault, my story
Paint the wall from to Atlanta
From Atlanta I 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 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 you probably 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 need to it up
They still in my lane, they need to give it up
But I give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck, 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 out front
I'm a man and I'm on the run
And I'm goin' to Cali to the allies where they packin' rallies
With the skateboarders, punks and
And show 'em this country
I, am, Yelawolf, and I'm feeling at home