Luyện nghe bài hát Running on Fumes

Open road, a
A pack of Marlboro Reds and a Zippo, go
Just hope that my dreams ain't on fumes
But if they are I'll let 'em run 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)
Growing up in my town, fame was only on
I got thousands of people YouTube for how I'm living
Yeah, it's crazy, back in high 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 school
the millennials hate me, I guess that's a plus too
'Cause I from the muddy water with a fuck you attitude
I grew up on that JellyRoll and fucking Jenny's boots
I'm the son of the south but Nashville is my
I I was destined to spit shit on guitars

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 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 well then fuck it let me outta fuel

This southern rock shit, baby this 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 that are acting tough being sweet as a
You fucking Dixie chick metrosexual bitch
You the kind to go jail on some sexual
I'm the to get a hand by a sexual bitch
So get the fuck me acting 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 may God rest his soul
So I still rep Antioch city that I go motherfucker

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