Luyện nghe bài hát Get Away

[verse 1:
of a day to load a .22 and take it to the woods and let it ring into the night
and break a bottle with the bullet, yes i'm it motherfucker
not a single solitary thing is from my southern roots
i'm just to take a chevrolet and run it through the mud for giggles
huh, what a son of a bitch my momma raised into a rapper that could tell story my uncle when he's drinking
product of a working environment, fuck is thinking?
meaning i'm working-working than any artist can ever do it simply cause i'm made that way
i build a house around your ass before you realize, that you were in the neighborhood that yelawolf made
so call me a redneck and tell boys about it, tell'em i'm an alabama wanna-be, i be that
i'll just take it to the studio and drop a bomb on you from a motherfucking beanbag, i need

yelawolf]
get
tell my roll up the j's
bring a deuce, we'll sit up on the roof of the broken Chevrolet
talk there's nothing left to say, cause if i don't get away
people see my trailer park ghetto ways, then you gonna have to get away me
some, smoke some
you gonna have to get from me
load up the guns, load up the
then you'll have to get from me
drink some, some
cause if i get away
people see my trailer park ways, then you gonna have to get away from me

[verse 2: shawty
man, i done been it all
i'd a been up and know it is to fall
police feeling all on my balls
without a probable a nigga sittin' tall
dog, you gotta do fatt
on the road with wolf, why'd you back?
cause them up there, don't want to play
got me pinned to the wall a fucking thumbtack
fatt, dumb hell, criticize a nigga for the crack i sell?
like you could give a shit if a nigga eat
or eat at all, want to see me
let 'em see that? naw dawg, them
as i got catfish on my side
bitch i'm up, up to the sky
roll up, get high
at 'em bye, i need that

[verse 3:
20 20 still spittin' 'em out
still piss on your porch and still shit in house
put my dick in your mouth
take it out
put it in
on the floor
skeet on the
one of you ugly motherfuckers think your thug enough or
rug or
gutter or
enough to keep up (huh?)
most retarded motherfucker in the wide world ain't stupid or dumb enough to fuck with
if you're in, say you're in, (say in!)
and if you're in motherfuckin business
knuckle up, buckle up, hustle up, up,
what we do? "win!"
not in there, not a outta there can compare
to what i do to these boys on these and these scales
in these clubs, in these
on tables and chairs
I that!