Luyện nghe bài hát Punk

I'm a lightyears away from the dark
A thousand and running
boy can survive
I'm alive, a loaded
Backseat of crooks
Pen and paper, this one's for the
Pack it, wrap it, it, send it
To the corner in a Travis
Everybody in this motherfucker jumping on the wall
Gimme the losers, the ones who fit in
And with this shit we're gonna have a
around the mosh pit Dosie Doe
Catfish Billy and a
I'm Psycho no
I'm a chili pepper in an
Comin' out for the
I gamble
I don't deal with these whose whose in this appeal
I wanna be behind a steering wheel of a semi-truck
Then get and run amuck
With every one of my misfits
Bitch, how we're showin' up
With lowriders on the west side
kits from the south
Jump in the seat of my '69 and hit the bootleg house
I'm on my new shit, ready and ruthless
A public
But I right at home

Yeah, since they're on me, let me wake 'em up
Got the world in my palm, watch me it up
Everything I'm real, I ain't make it up
I you probably think I care, but I don't give a fuck
But I ain't up, I'd rather live it up
Everybody the same, you need to switch it up
They still swervin' in my lane, they to give it up
But I give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck, really I give a fuck

Still bumping Three 6 all day, Hank all day
So promenade when the lights in the swing
And shake and then and break with that bottom bass
you wanna tear the club up and go tattoo your face
Country boys, gutter raised, what a blend, that's all it
Got a lock in the pocket, a in the sock
a cop I'm a nervous wreck
I never could a job 'cause I rob and I take
And I leave you nothing left
But mama
Mama tried to harvest early and the pot
If she ever said I was a boy, trust me, mama lied
Leave these haters a cane to walk
these lames with a grain of salt
All I wanna do is take aim, assault, my story
Paint the from Alabama to Atlanta
From Atlanta I began to a plan, a panoramic view
To who my friends, the men around me was
The culture is that slum, and I'm not
I put a flag in Nashville, and I'm feelin' at home

Yeah, since they're on me, let me wake 'em up
Got the world in my palm, me shake it up
I'm talkin' real, I ain't make it up
I know you probably think I care, but I don't give a
But I ain't up, I'd rather live it up
sound the same, you need to switch it up
They still in my lane, they need to give it up
But I don't give a fuck, I give a fuck
I don't give a fuck, really I don't give a

And the whole world is
This I know, because Nas me so
Damn right, so give me that bag of real quick
Let's go, got it cranked, it's parked out front
I'm a man and I'm on the run
And I'm goin' back to to the allies where they packin' rallies
With the skateboarders, punks and
And show 'em this savvy
I, am, Yelawolf, and I'm right at home