Luyện nghe bài hát Punk

I'm a million lightyears away the dark
A thousand and running
Country boy can
I'm alive, a loaded
Backseat of crooks
Pen and paper, one's for the books
it, wrap it, seal it, send it
To the corner in a Travis
Everybody in motherfucker jumping footprints on the wall
Gimme the losers, the ones who fit in
And with shit we're gonna have a ball
Swing the mosh pit Dosie Doe
Billy and a Dobro
I'm Psycho no
I'm a chili pepper in an
Comin' out for the
I gamble
I deal with these whose whose in this mass appeal
I just wanna be behind a steering of a semi-truck
Then get drunk and run
With every single one of my
Bitch, that's how showin' up
them lowriders on the west side
Lift from the south
Jump in the seat of my '69 and hit the bootleg house
I'm on my new shit, still ready and
A nuisance
But I right at home

Yeah, since they're on me, let me wake 'em up
Got the in my palm, watch me shake it up
Everything I'm talkin' real, I make it up
I you probably think I care, but I don't give a fuck
But I ain't giving up, I'd rather it up
Everybody 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 don't a fuck
I don't give a fuck, really I give a fuck

Still bumping Three 6 all day, Williams all day
So when the lights in the ballroom swing
And shake and then fall and break that bottom bass
Make you 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 rock in the
With a cop I'm a wreck
I never keep a job 'cause I rob and I take
And I leave you nothing left
But mama
Mama to harvest early and the pot died
If she said I was a good boy, trust me, mama lied
these haters with a cane to walk
Take these lames a grain of salt
All I wanna do is aim, assault, tell my story
the wall from Alabama to Atlanta
From I began to build a plan, a panoramic view
To who my friends, the men around me was
The is that slum, and I'm not alone
I put a flag in Nashville, and I'm right at home

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

And the whole world is
This I know, Nas told me so
right, so give me that bag of money real quick
Let's go, I've got it cranked, parked out front
I'm a man and I'm on the run
And I'm back to Cali to the allies where they packin' rallies
With the skateboarders, and rowdies
And 'em this country savvy
I, am, Yelawolf, and I'm feeling right at