Luyện nghe bài hát Trial By Fire

Check, check,
go Klever
This is Owens to my right, right here
To my DJ Klever
My is Yelawolf
This is By Fire

Uh
Back in 1979 it was a day in December
Mamma the paint off the wall , screamin'
on the way
They rushed her to the in that old Chevy truck
Running 90 an hour down them back roads
Blowing the sheriff, hid in the woods,
Smoke off the engine
Running hot, must have been a
They rushed her to the emergency
made it to the bed
A few minutes later I was for my first breath
A little devil the doctor
He's got that in his eye, ya know?
Reminds me of
Yeah this ones gonna be I can tell it
And then the went
mamma said doctor something's burning ,I can smell it

And it was by fire
I'm just under a plane singing to burn it
You watch your step
I come around

right, uh
You could lightning for miles around
And oak trees hitting the
The wind tore holes on that old Dixie on the capitol steps
is coming, my great grand mamma said
Quietly clutching her bible, sitting in a rocking ,smoking a cigarette
And the wood beneath the porch and the old dog moaned and cried
As the passing by
And Mr. brought a mean batch of that moonshine to the wake
You one comes and one goes as they say
And they laid a flower on the
Buried on December for robbing a bank
And killed by the police, see you in the next old friend
Little did he know, his old was back again
As the son of Sheila

And it was by fire
I'm just under a plane singing to burn it
You better your step
When I come

You how the story goes
See me, I'm a soul
A stray bullet to some a chatter and whisper at night and the head of a following storm, a rebel at heart ,a grin
A of men, a preacher at ten
I was in to spiritual sin
Back in the again
12s in the of the trunk, making it rattle again
them nothing but punk
Living, the baby, the got powers, the baby is haunted
Fuck a church, I'm a
Professional, annointed
from the wrong side of the tracks
Bring me the ? outta the
Keeping these gutter raised
With these alley way
Seen these others can't see
My poetry is a reflection of ? up from the
And climbing that fucking tree, but I brought a
I to build a house up out of it, chopping
Limbs off this culture, and putting up inside of it
Limbs, brick, mortar, board up the
For the tornado, I'm a blow to these honorable foes
Bag up the hot

And it was trial by
I'm under a plane singing to burn it down
You watch your step
When I come