Luyện nghe bài hát Running on Fumes

Open road, a
A pack of Marlboro Reds and a Zippo, go
Just hope that my dreams running on fumes
But if are I'll let 'em run till the smoke blows too

Shit I'll a Winnebago, a Datsun, a Nissan, a Chevy
Whatever it takes to get my ass the levy (You know it)
up in my town, fame was only on television
I got thousands of people checking for how I'm living
Yeah, it's crazy, in high school 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 of them old school dudes
Plus the millennials hate me, I guess a plus too
'Cause I emerged from the muddy water with a you attitude
I grew up on that JellyRoll and struggled Jenny's boots
I'm the son of the south but Nashville is my
I guess I was to spit shit on guitars

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

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

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
On the old road in a old school caddy
A couple of baddies that like to call me
Hoping that my dreams ain't on fumes
If they are well then fuck it let me roll outta