Luyện nghe bài hát Punk

I'm a million lightyears from the dark
A miles and running
boy can survive
I'm alive, a loaded
Backseat full of
Pen and paper, this for the books
Pack it, it, seal it, send it
To the in a Travis Caddy
Everybody in motherfucker jumping footprints on the wall
Gimme the losers, the ones who 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 gamble
I don't with these whose whose in this mass appeal
I just wanna be behind a steering wheel of a
Then get drunk and run
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, still and ruthless
A public
But I feel right at

Yeah, since they're 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 need to it up
They still swervin' in my lane, they to give it up
But I don't give a fuck, I don't 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 lights in the swing
And and then fall and break with that bottom bass
Make you wanna tear the club up and go your face
boys, gutter raised, what a blend, that's all it takes
Got a lock in the pocket, a in the sock
a cop I'm a nervous wreck
I never could keep a job I rob and I take
And I leave you nothing left
But tried
Mama tried to harvest early and the pot
If she ever said I was a good boy, me, mama lied
Leave these haters with a cane to
Take these lames a grain of salt
All I wanna do is aim, assault, tell 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 is that slum, and I'm not alone
I put a flag in Nashville, and I'm right at home

Yeah, since they're on me, let me wake 'em up
Got the world in my palm, me shake it up
Everything I'm talkin' real, I ain't 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, they need to it up
But I don't give a fuck, I don't a fuck
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck

And the world is yours
This I know, Nas told me so
right, so give me that bag of money 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 packin' rallies
With the skateboarders, and rowdies
And 'em this country savvy
I, am, Yelawolf, and I'm right at home