Luyện nghe bài hát Back In The Mud (Zone 4 Remix)

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Back in the mud I've in
I confess, I'm so here
There's you can do to make me stay away, away, away

He's just that country boy, city slick, pit temperament
At the Pony, at the Flame, either way it's an
If me consider it more than a coincidence
Even though they mumble at me sucka's keep they
K, hey, what's that, they say
Hip hop redneck that's a safe
Say what makes you
Wit me 'cause I like it
How about a urban music pioneer
it up, let it bang, run wit me I bet you can't
Took too much to make it float, will I let it sink
So when we invented it for our youth and
that my moment passed, I can see no end of it
Twenty-five, like I was born yesterday
Lovin' life, doin' right, earnin' every breath I
in the mud again 'cause it seem to pay me well
Playin' wit my not-so-distant cousins from the

Back in the mud I've in
I confess, I'm so here
There's you can do to make me stay away, away, away

Press it up, it out, call the Pony, rent it out
Everything I am is really what I been about
Athens, resident, native of LaGrange though
I don't the peach state, "Buddy, say it ain't so"
Now all of a sudden, in fact, quite the opposite
I'm y'all from Brunswick up to the metropolis
Can't forget about my Betty and DaLonica
put the triple X's at the end of Andy's moniker
How could I run from that made me
Know that all the I get's appreciated greatly
Now I'm on the brink of something truly
Bubba's international but still he kept it
Tryin' to make my proud
We can laugh and see the
Gotta make sure loaded gun, this next CD is in file
and everyone of my talented associates get's what they deserve
Nothin' of that's appropriate

Back in the mud been in
I confess, I'm so happy
nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away

Kitchen cup, fill it up, don't appeal to us
If you're broke do you can, that alone is still enough
Help us out, if rich, 'cause we funna hit your bitch
stop by the store and grab a case of that and six of this
Hey Betty, get ready 'cause your in route
Let her join the beat club, keep little trim out
Hvae her screamin' "New South" without "lewd" out
He wonder what you doing, let him wonder who now
At the end of the day I would no regrets
Got it done on every and I ain't even focused yet
At the of the pile swimmin' wit them mud cats
If you die, man I'm pullin' "soowee" for a match
Spell it out, L-E-G, E-N-D I still
Whatever goal God set for me I will achieve
In this or in the next, whther drinkin' gin or Beck's
Bubba bring it home, conceal it, and send the checks

Back in the mud I've in
I confess, I'm so happy
There's nothing you can do to me stay away, away, away

Back in the mud been in
I confess, I'm so happy
nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away