Luyện nghe bài hát Running on Fumes

Open road, a
A pack of Marlboro and a Zippo, let's go
Just hope that my ain't 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 past the levy (You it)
up in my town, fame was only on television
I got thousands of people checking YouTube for how I'm
Yeah, it's crazy, back in high school we had flip phones we use
We blew up our mud trucks, didn't care about no damn
I I'm what's left of them old school dudes
Plus the hate me, I guess that's a plus too
I emerged from the muddy water with a fuck you attitude
I grew up on that JellyRoll and fucking struggled boots
I'm the son of the south but is my backyard
I guess I was destined to shit on guitars

road, a Winnebago
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 blows 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 fuck it let me outta fuel

This that southern rock shit, this that summer pump
And my finger's up like that motherfucker's stuck
I bet shut 'em up, I'm strapped like I'm buckled up
The that 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 to get a hand by a sexual bitch
So get the fuck around me acting all extra and
From the city to the country even County knows
Got pulled over there in '07 flat with a few
Little Warren took the may God rest his soul
So I still rep every city that I go motherfucker

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