Luyện nghe bài hát Running on Fumes

Open road, a
A pack of Marlboro and a Zippo, let's go
Just that my dreams ain't running on fumes
But if they are I'll let 'em run the smoke blows too

Shit take a Winnebago, a Datsun, a Nissan, a Chevy
Whatever it takes to get my ass past the levy (You it)
Growing up in my town, was only on television
I got thousands of people YouTube for how I'm living
Yeah, it's crazy, back in high we had flip phones we didn't use
We blew up our mud trucks, didn't care about no views
I guess I'm what's left of them old dudes
Plus the millennials hate me, I guess that's a too
'Cause I emerged the muddy water with a fuck you attitude
I up on that JellyRoll and fucking struggled Jenny's boots
I'm the son of the south but is my backyard
I guess I was destined to spit on guitars

road, a Winnebago
A pack of Reds and a Zippo, let's go
Just hope that my ain't running on fumes
But if they are I'll let 'em run the smoke blows too
On the same old road in a old caddy
A couple of baddies that to call me daddy
Hoping that my dreams ain't running on
If they are well then fuck it let me roll fuel

This that southern rock shit, baby this that pump
And my middle finger's up that motherfucker's stuck
I bet it'll 'em up, I'm strapped like I'm buckled up
The ones that are acting being sweet as a buttercup
You fucking Dixie chick metrosexual bitch
You the kind to go jail on some sexual
I'm the kind to get a by a sexual bitch
So get the fuck around me acting all and shit
the city to the country even Cheatham County knows
Got pulled there in '07 flat with a few balls
Warren took the charge may God rest his soul
So I still rep Antioch city that I go motherfucker

Open road, a
A pack of Reds and a Zippo, let's go
Just hope that my ain't running on fumes
But if they are let 'em run till the smoke blows too
On the same old road in a old school
A couple of baddies that like to me daddy
Hoping that my ain't running on fumes
If are well then fuck it let me roll outta fuel