Luyện nghe bài hát Running on Fumes

Open road, a
A pack of Marlboro and a Zippo, let's go
Just hope 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 to get my ass past the levy (You know it)
Growing up in my town, fame was only on
I got thousands of people checking for how I'm living
Yeah, it's crazy, back in high school we had flip phones we use
We blew up our mud trucks, didn't about no damn views
I guess I'm what's of them old school dudes
Plus the millennials hate me, I guess a plus too
'Cause I emerged from the water with a fuck you attitude
I grew up on that and fucking struggled Jenny's boots
I'm the son of the south but Nashville is my
I I was destined to spit shit on guitars

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

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

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