Luyện nghe bài hát Running on Fumes

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

Shit I'll take a Winnebago, a Datsun, a Nissan, a
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 checking YouTube for how I'm living
Yeah, it's crazy, back in high school we had flip phones we use
We up our mud trucks, didn't care about no damn views
I guess I'm what's left of them old dudes
Plus the millennials hate me, I guess that's a too
I emerged from the muddy water with a fuck you attitude
I grew up on that JellyRoll and struggled Jenny's boots
I'm the son of the south but is my backyard
I I was destined to spit shit on guitars

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

This that southern rock shit, baby that summer pump
And my middle finger's up like that stuck
I bet it'll shut 'em up, I'm strapped I'm buckled up
The ones are acting tough being sweet as a buttercup
You Dixie chick listening metrosexual bitch
You the to go jail on some sexual shit
I'm the kind to get a 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 with a few balls
Little 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 Reds and a Zippo, go
Just 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 like to call me
Hoping that my dreams ain't on fumes
If they are well fuck it let me roll outta fuel