Luyện nghe bài hát Punk

I'm a million lightyears from the dark
A miles and running
boy can survive
I'm alive, a gunnin'
Backseat full of
Pen and paper, this for the books
Pack it, wrap it, seal it, it
To the corner in a Caddy
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 the mosh pit Dosie Doe
Catfish Billy and a
I'm Psycho no
I'm a chili pepper in an
Comin' out for the
I gamble
I don't deal with these whose in this mass appeal
I just wanna be a steering wheel of a semi-truck
Then get and run amuck
With single one of my misfits
Bitch, how we're showin' up
With them lowriders on the side
Lift kits from the
in the passenger seat of my '69 and hit the bootleg house
I'm on my new shit, still and ruthless
A public
But I 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 give a fuck
But I ain't giving up, I'd rather it up
Everybody sound the same, you 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 give a fuck

Still bumping Three 6 all day, Hank all day
So promenade when the in the ballroom swing
And shake and fall and break with that bottom bass
Make you wanna tear the club up and go tattoo your
Country boys, raised, what a blend, that's all it takes
Got a in the pocket, a rock in the sock
a cop I'm a nervous wreck
I could keep a job 'cause I rob and I take
And I leave you with nothing
But mama
tried to harvest early and the pot died
If she ever said I was a boy, trust me, mama lied
Leave these with a cane to walk
Take these lames with a grain of
All I wanna do is aim, assault, tell my story
Paint the from Alabama to Atlanta
From Atlanta I began to build a plan, a view
To center who my friends, the men me was
The culture is slum, and I'm not alone
I put a in Nashville, and I'm feelin' right at home

Yeah, since they're sleepin' on me, let me 'em up
Got the world in my palm, watch me it up
I'm talkin' 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 live it up
Everybody the same, you need 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 a fuck
I don't give a fuck, really I give a fuck

And the whole world is
This I know, Nas told me so
Damn right, so me that 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' back to Cali to the allies where they packin'
With the skateboarders, punks and
And show 'em country savvy
I, am, Yelawolf, and I'm feeling at home