Luyện nghe bài hát Hard White

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

You ain't gotta lay on your bed to know you already fucked up
Lettin' me in the motherfuckin' game is lettin' me your truck
When arrived in this club, already had five in my cup
I took another hit, I done ran into a bitch that's lookin' lifeless and stuck
Baby, what's with' you now? What, you ain't happy with' red bottoms?
Mad 'cause I'm in VIP a fuckin' Jack bottle!?
With' Tom, Dick, and
But I got up in this bitch with' a tank top 'cause I spit so darn quick and scary
That's why they're so quick to me
But the critics with' a spiked dick when it can fit barely
They probably think I'ma Limp Bizkit, their 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?
after me, there'll only be wannabes, and mostly ain't-never-gonna-bes
Yeah, in forest, I'm a lonely tree
My limbs are covered in tattoos, and my roots, run deep ah!

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

I don't know what to say that first verse, I mean, like, damn, I just killed it
What the fuck am I supposed to do with cow? I done already milked it
Smoke cigarette, unfiltered, let go of anything that I'm feelin'
They done broke me down so many times before that I'm no longer rappin', I'm
With' one brick, two brick, three brick,
Underneath the steps of my single-wide
Raised by them dope boys, so I know how them look
Thanks for the recipe, rest in peace, Bush
I don't cook my shit, I break it down for you motherfucker out there waitin' around
For some rap savior, you better look up at what it is that you now
'Cause Jesus a Harley, the devil wears Prada
If God was one of us, prob'ly drink vodka
I still kick it at the party when I get
'Cause rich or broke, I'm still as dope, the realest as real as this
or alive, I'll put a stamp in this bitch
You'll see rock and roll do hip-hop like I did

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

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

Yeah, yeah (Y'all we don't give 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, give a fuck ah
(Up in the club, don't give a fuck)
I in the buildin', I own the buildin', bitch!