Luyện nghe bài hát My Own Lane

If I die and you my name
I won't cast no shadow, I won't throw no
And if I never get to along the hall of fame
It won't me none
I'm in, I'm in my own lane

Own lane, with my own sound, my own look,
With my own money, my own cars
With my own bars, my own trucks,
With my own house, my own chick,
I want nothing of y'alls
And by me that with the numbers
I got they say it takes big 'cause the big leagues see me
And I might fuck a preposition up for myself as a dude
Coming up Tennessee
Yeah they talk to me I'm a fucking idiot
And they can get me a I can't get on my own
But I don't want the life that these live
But I guess I can't get it through that thick-ass
Sony hit me up and said they the name
Erased from the song that I did with Luke
'Cause they don't want him labeled as a
And the "Outlaw" don't fit his image at all
So if you look on at the same damn song
His name got erased about eight ago
And I was worried if I take his name off the label
was gonna come sue me bro
But I never nothing, I just brushed it off,
I was always taught to let go
So "can you get a outlaw" after I'm
I'm not sure but hopefully

If I die and you forget my
I cast no shadow, I won't throw no shade
And if I never get to walk along the hall of
It bother me none
I'm in, I'm in my own lane

My own lane, full of black rubber and spray paint, the smell of muscle cars and trucks old leaks
Shot burning way way high on the ridge,
I know where they're all at but I ain't no
I'd rather be a outlaw a weak-ass bitch,
That's how you end up wrecked laying up in a
And motherfuckers don't get it, but single me out,
For being too damn 'cause I ain't a sellout
Go ahead, smile away, put the in your pocket,
You can be but never ever me bud
I'm normally Churchman, Jack on a Sunday,
A bad motherfucker, hope God me
Hell, what am I
Every falls, God made whiskey and the weed in my palm
And he me the soul to pour off on my songs
And feed off of the emotion I dragging along
So with that said when I get to the Gates
Need a motor in our with an old tailgate
A of the devil's cut in an unlimited tanker,
Gasoline so clean I could possibly it
Just spit flames for my and my last name,
Underground kicking I ain't even about my grave
Talking 'bout the legacy I'll laying up in my state,
The man who never gave his heart to be a fucking

If I die and you my name
I won't cast no shadow, I won't no shade
And if I never get to walk the hall of fame
It won't me none
Because I'm in, I'm in my own