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 happy
There's nothing you can do to me stay away, away, away

He's just country boy, city slick, pit bull temperament
At the Pony, at the Flame, way it's an event
If me consider it more than a coincidence
Even though they mumble at me keep they distances
Barber K, hey, that, they say
Hip hop redneck that's a safe
Say what you comfortable
Wit me I like it here
How about a road-dwellin' music pioneer
it up, let it bang, run wit me I bet you can't
Took too to make it float, never 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, livin' like I was born
Lovin' life, right, earnin' every breath I take
Standin' in the mud '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 happy
nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away

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

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

Kitchen cup, fill it up, soap appeal to us
If you're broke do what you can, that is still enough
Help us out, if you're rich, 'cause we funna hit bitch
Just by the store and grab a case of that and six of this
Hey Betty, get ready 'cause your in route
Let her the beat club, keep that little trim out
Hvae her screamin' "New South" pullin' "lewd" out
He wonder what you doing, let him wonder who now
At the end of the day I would have no
Got it done on front and I ain't even focused yet
At the bottom of the swimmin' wit them mud cats
If you die, man I'm pullin' "soowee" for a match
Spell it out, L-E-G, I still believe
Whatever God set for me indeed I will achieve
In this life or in the next, whther drinkin' gin or
Bubba funna bring it home, it, and send the checks

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

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