Luyện nghe bài hát Punk

I'm a million lightyears away the dark
A thousand miles and
boy can survive
I'm alive, a gunnin'
Backseat full of
Pen and paper, this for the books
Pack it, wrap it, seal it, it
To the corner in a Caddy
Everybody in this jumping footprints on the wall
the losers, the ones who don't fit in
And with this shit we're gonna have a
Swing the mosh pit Dosie Doe
Catfish Billy and a
I'm Psycho no
I'm a pepper in an Oldsmobile
out for the kill
I don't
I don't deal with these whose whose in this appeal
I just wanna be a steering wheel of a semi-truck
Then get drunk and run
every single one of my misfits
Bitch, how we're showin' up
With them on the west side
Lift from the south
in the passenger seat of my '69 and hit the bootleg house
I'm on my new shit, still and ruthless
A public
But I feel at home

Yeah, they're sleepin' 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 know you probably think I care, but I don't a fuck
But I ain't up, I'd rather live it up
Everybody sound the same, you to switch it up
still swervin' in my lane, they need to give it up
But I give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
I give a fuck, really I don't give a fuck

Still Three 6 all day, Hank Williams all day
So promenade when the in the ballroom swing
And shake and fall and break with that bottom bass
Make you wanna tear the up and go tattoo your face
Country boys, gutter raised, what a blend, all it takes
Got a lock in the pocket, a rock in the
With a cop I'm a nervous
I never could keep a job 'cause I rob and I
And I leave you with nothing
But tried
Mama tried to harvest and the pot died
If she ever said I was a good boy, trust me, lied
Leave these haters with a cane to
Take these lames a grain of salt
All I wanna do is take aim, assault, tell my
Paint the wall from Alabama to
Atlanta I began to build a plan, a panoramic view
To center who my friends, the men 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
Everything I'm talkin' real, I ain't it up
I know you probably 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 need to it up
They swervin' in my lane, they need to give it up
But I don't a fuck, I don't give a fuck
I don't a fuck, really I don't give a fuck

And the world is yours
This I know, Nas told me so
Damn right, so give me that bag of 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 goin' back to Cali to the allies where they rallies
With the skateboarders, and rowdies
And show 'em this country
I, am, Yelawolf, and I'm feeling at home