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 they are I'll let 'em run till the smoke too

Shit take a Winnebago, a Datsun, a Nissan, a Chevy
Whatever it takes to get my ass the levy (You know it)
Growing up in my town, fame was on television
I got thousands of people YouTube for how I'm living
Yeah, it's crazy, back in high school we had flip we didn't use
We blew up our mud trucks, didn't care about no damn
I guess I'm what's left of them old dudes
Plus the hate me, I guess that's a plus too
'Cause I emerged from the muddy 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 guess I was destined to shit on guitars

Open road, a
A pack of Marlboro Reds and a Zippo, 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 caddy
A couple of baddies like to call me daddy
Hoping that my ain't running on fumes
If they are well then fuck it let me outta fuel

This that southern rock shit, this that summer 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 tough sweet as a buttercup
You fucking Dixie listening metrosexual bitch
You the to go jail on some sexual shit
I'm the kind to get a hand by a sexual
So get the fuck around me all extra and shit
From the city to the even Cheatham County knows
Got over there in '07 flat with a few balls
Little Warren took the charge may God his soul
So I rep Antioch every city that I go motherfucker

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