Luyện nghe bài hát Hard White

It's the boy Jon (Yeah!)
Got my partner with' me (What's up Yela?)
You know it's time to crank the up
go! Yelawolf

You gotta lay down on your bed to know you already fucked up
Lettin' me in the motherfuckin' is lettin' me drunk-drivin' your truck
Yelawolf arrived in this club, already had five in my cup
I done took another hit, I done ran into a bitch lookin' lifeless and stuck
Baby, what's with' you now? What, you ain't happy with' red bottoms?
Mad 'cause I'm in VIP with' a fuckin' bottle!?
Tom, Dick, and Harry
But I got up in this bitch with' a tank top 'cause I spit so very darn quick and
That's why they're so to compare me
But fuck the with' a spiked dick when it can fit barely
They think I'ma Limp Bizkit, their spit's jelly
But I put 'em in the woods, I'm a redneck, I'm a hick, me
Go ahead, what the fuck does it to me?
'Cause after me, there'll only be wannabes, and ain't-never-gonna-bes
Yeah, in this forest, I'm a lonely
My are covered in tattoos, and my roots, they run deep ah!

Two bottles, shawty, two bitches
Two tens, that's a situation
Happy birthday, I'm brand new
on me, for me not you
Up in the club, don't give a
Up in the club, don't a fuck
Up in the club, don't give a
Up in the club, still don't a fuck

I don't know what to say after that first verse, I mean, like, damn, I killed it
What the fuck am I supposed to do with this I done already milked it
Smoke another cigarette, unfiltered, let go of anything I'm feelin'
They done broke me down so many times that I'm no longer rappin', I'm buildin'
With' one brick, two brick, three brick,
Underneath the steps of my door
Raised by dope boys, so I know how them things look
Thanks for the recipe, in peace, Wayne Bush
I don't cook my shit, I don't it down for you motherfucker out there waitin' around
For some rap savior, you better look up at what it is you facin' now
Jesus drives a Harley, the devil wears Prada
If God was one of us, he'd drink vodka
I still kick it at the party when I get
'Cause rich or broke, I'm as dope, the realest ain't as real as this
or alive, I'll put a stamp in this bitch
You'll never see rock and roll do hip-hop I did

Two bottles, shawty, two bitches
Two tens, that's a situation
Happy birthday, I'm feelin' new
on me for me, not you

Up in the club, don't give a
Up in the club, don't a fuck
Up in the club, give a fuck
Up in the club, still don't give a

Yeah, yeah (Y'all know we don't a fuck)
Ghett-O-Vision (Yeah)
Shady (Yeah) still don't a fuck (Nah)
(Ya boy Jon, we rep the South)
Happy birthday,

Up in the club, don't give a ah
(Up in the club, don't give a fuck)
I in the buildin', I own the buildin', bitch!