Luyện nghe bài hát Running on Fumes

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

I'll 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, crazy, back in high school we had flip phones we didn't use
We blew up our mud trucks, didn't about no damn views
I guess I'm what's left of them old dudes
Plus the millennials me, I guess that's a plus too
'Cause I emerged from the muddy water a fuck you attitude
I grew up on JellyRoll and fucking struggled Jenny's boots
I'm the son of the south but is my backyard
I guess I was to spit shit on guitars

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 till the smoke too
On the same old road in a old school
A couple of baddies that to call me daddy
Hoping that my dreams ain't running on
If they are well then it let me roll outta fuel

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

Open road, a
A pack of Reds and a Zippo, let's go
hope that my dreams ain't running 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 baddies that like to me daddy
that my dreams ain't running on fumes
If they are then fuck it let me roll outta fuel