Luyện nghe bài hát Radio Jam

There was a time when I drive
to the county line in daddy's
Picking up girls the tags expired
To a Dairy date
Doin' under 35 big 98
With your in the wind feet on the dash
A box of night and two poles in the back of a single cab
Just fishing for through the radio jam
So let the jam

So let the jam

Man we thought we were something with that new Moore bumpin
And buzzing off of some beers had two bud lights in my stomach
smoke but not inhalin,
We were just tryna be
Tryna impress the cheerleaders at our old high
We was doing burn getting tickets
And the cops knew our first
Game warden gave us for night fishing down at Cheatham Dam
No sense and no
a couple gallons of gas
And a love for summer and that new hot (hot) track

There was a time when I would drive to the county line in line
Picking up girls with the expired
To a Dairy Queen date doing 35 jammin big 98
With hair in the wind, feet on the dash
A box of night crawlers and two poles in the of a single cab
fishin' for love through the radio jam
So let the jam

So let the jam

If I talk to all the artists who came through my muddy speakers
While I was in a field with both of my fists bleeding
I just got in a fight
And I thought I was gonna be in
When I walked in daddy's house we looked at me and he chuckled
He "what's he look like?"
I said "I don't cause my adrenaline"
Plus it was just me verses like 3 or 4 of
But I didn't let get me
I one on his head
And Timmy chased the other guys that wooden ball bat

'Cause there was a when I would drive to the edge
Of that line
To a Dairy date doin' under 35 jammin big 98
With your in the wind, feet on the dash
A box of night and two poles in a single cab
So let the jam

So let radio jam

Let the jam
Let the jam