Luyện nghe bài hát Running on Fumes

Open road, a
A pack of Marlboro and a Zippo, let's go
Just hope that my dreams ain't running on
But if are I'll let 'em run till the smoke blows too

Shit I'll a Winnebago, a Datsun, a Nissan, a Chevy
Whatever it takes to get my ass past the levy (You it)
Growing up in my town, was only on television
I got thousands of people checking YouTube for how I'm
Yeah, it's crazy, back in school we had flip phones we didn't use
We blew up our mud trucks, didn't about no damn views
I guess I'm what's of them old school dudes
Plus the millennials hate me, I guess that's a too
'Cause I emerged from the muddy water a fuck you attitude
I up on that JellyRoll and fucking struggled Jenny's boots
I'm the son of the south but is my backyard
I guess I was destined to shit on guitars

Open road, a
A pack of Marlboro and a Zippo, let's go
Just hope my dreams ain't running on fumes
But if they are I'll let 'em run the smoke blows too
On the same old road in a old caddy
A couple of baddies like to call me daddy
that my dreams ain't running on fumes
If they are well fuck it let me roll outta fuel

This that southern shit, baby this that summer pump
And my middle up like that motherfucker's stuck
I bet it'll shut 'em up, I'm strapped I'm buckled up
The ones that are acting being sweet as a buttercup
You fucking chick listening metrosexual bitch
You the kind to go jail on sexual shit
I'm the kind to get a hand by a bitch
So get the fuck around me acting all and shit
From the city to the country even Cheatham knows
Got pulled over in '07 flat with a few balls
Little Warren took the charge may God his soul
So I still rep every city that I go motherfucker

road, a Winnebago
A pack of Reds and a Zippo, let's go
Just hope that my dreams ain't running on
But if they are I'll let 'em run till the blows too
On the same old in a old school caddy
A couple of baddies that to call me daddy
Hoping that my dreams running on fumes
If they are well fuck it let me roll outta fuel