Luyện nghe bài hát I Mow, I Till

[Intro: Fatt

I fish, I dip, I the script
Mow grass, whoop ass, that's country

C-Hubb]
Got a microphone in my hand
in my right and I'm raisin it

[Intro:
I cuss, I fight I a bit
Boots on, hat down, I'll sip a

Hubb]
If that's the shit you don't
Well tough tits how I live!

[Hook: Tarr/C-Hubb]
I Mow, I till, got Bud on chill
I fish, I grill, boe that's how I live because
I roll, I ride, got mud on all for
Said I roll, I ride, goin down tonight, cause.. (2x)

[Verse 1:
I Mow, I till, this is killin me, I fish, I grill
This country girl is feelin' me, and speakin' of things
I'm to go second degree, and kill the track and eat it up
I'm A blue with a pedigree
I'm ridin' through a dirty trail, in old green pickup, its a 96
Still splittin' sticks, I run the in this truck. (yeah)
And in the woods C-Hubb will get buck, I ain't stuck in a rut
I'm about to make it jump, you can this thing mud cause' I'm bouta kick it up!
is bringin' chicken and the liquor and the women and it's lookin like we're winnin
So I'm rollin' through the finish Liiiine. Got my fishin line by my two road
Hidden in them piiiines. Till we finally find the bonfire and them country
There's beer and a water hole, so we drinkin' swingin' off the rope
We grillin' up some chicken wings, and daisy dukes on them pretty things
Ain't everybody met yet but we all Tiller Gang. (yeah)
that, we in the woods, way off the map
And if we finish off the beer, thing I brought this fifth of Jack!

[Verse 2: Fatt
I roll, I ride, just got a new tiller boe
I can, survive, a boy with the 4-wheel drive
And the lake, is live, got the catfish jumpin' out that
Now cast, a line, tell ya how I live just one more time..
At the Franklin County engine, I holler at ole' Joe Owens
Yeah he knows them motors, bouta get my mower goin
Like the river we flow, plant seed now watch it grow
Turn on the grill and watch it smoke, drink cold beer while on the boat
(HERE WE GO) One time, let me see y'all crank them tines
Crack that jack, kick them raps, unwind like a ball of twine!
Now who am I? Fatt Tarr, got the shine in the jar, been president
Now go get me my guitar. Hell, don't make me tell you twice
Cause this got me feelin nice. Got the coolers, got the grill
And Bigg Johns bouta get the ice. Yeah goin down tonight
Big ole' fire let's get it right, then huntin in the morning
Yeah we this southern life! Cause..

3x]