Luyện nghe bài hát Howdy

On behalf of alabama I just say
The of dixie is in this bitch
M16, DJ frank white, my name is
Hello world, hello world, hello

This morning I woke up feeling that I never had a fuckin' dime
Like I didn't up in the back of the bus that's finally mine
Why do I feel like I never had Marshall Mathers' sometimes?
radioactive failed, well livin' this time
I'm even not used to believe I could be one of the top 5
when I tell myself I'm one of the best, I'm just lyin'
When my uncle call and ask, I say I'm just fine
But I feel like I haven't it, uncle but I'm just tryin'
Or maybe I'm just not used to having I never had
Never stood in the and never said "i got dinner, dad"
Shit, never had the cash to pay my dad for getting her back
And [...] I love you, thank you, my favorite dad
And it feels yesterday literally like yesterday
When I couldn't get one fan to come and see me play
When I drove that minivan for the [...] without a license
To atl so I could play will power my demo
Yeah, that's writing on the wall by the [...]
a friend of mine [...] and that I can't replace
If I'm in [...], he's in [...] and we both get a (church)
ain't no crew, it's a family so get it straight (church)
So father you can tell god to part the
And let your sun shine to the minds of my target
'cuz I know of these people think I'm a certified artist now
But the butterfly's still above and I'm above I started now
Passionate like a political in an artist lounge
Hungry like a poor daddy with a gun and a starving
If you it was a flake, then you just a departed clown
And if you thought I was coming hard, well you better harder now

And it's been a motherfucking time since I felt this homesick as I do now
Yeah it's a long fucking time, and I just wanna say
Hey! how you been?! amen!
The heart of Dixie's in this bitch, I'm Dixie witch
But if I don't y all, I ain't got shit
Gadsden...
Throw it up, it's that sound
Much and I never let you down
I might as well be dropped
Back in and cuttin' grass
Or on the side of the road on my fuckin' ass
Before I become complacent on the [...] that I'm at
Momma will quit drinking and no will smoke some crack
Lost, I may have, my mind
But it takes a lunatic to this shit
Ay fine because I paid the cost
Really more like a fine, but instead of for tickets now
They pay for tickets in to see me [...]
The in the mic [...]
Two-step in my shoes a shameless walk
300 I brought [...]
Around suckers dying for [...]
The new south's got a new hope a [...] and a [...]
[...] and [...], the in him, yeah I'm a [...] assault
yelling out prophets about wane
I [...]
I'm a [...], just the beat homey, it's over
rapper would ever say he's a sober
I must be smoking bath salt, 'cuz I'm out of my
I should have built roads from the villain, cuz I run out of lines
The heart of