Luyện nghe bài hát I Mow, I Till

[Intro: Fatt

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

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

[Intro:
I cuss, I I drink a bit
on, hat down, I'll sip a fifth

[Intro:
If that's the shit you don't
Well tough tits how I live!

[Hook: Tarr/C-Hubb]
I Mow, I till, got Bud Light on
I fish, I grill, boe that's just how I because
I roll, I ride, got mud on all for
I roll, I ride, it's 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 of killin' things
I'm to go second degree, and kill the track and eat it up
I'm A blue tick a pedigree
I'm ridin' a dirty trail, in daddys old green pickup, its a 96
Still splittin' sticks, I run the farm in truck. (yeah)
And in the woods C-Hubb will get that buck, I ain't in a rut
I'm about to make it jump, you can call this mud cause' I'm bouta kick it up!
Hubb is bringin' chicken and the liquor and the women and 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 country folk
There's plenty beer and a water hole, so we swingin' off the rope
We grillin' up some chicken wings, and there's daisy dukes on them pretty
Ain't met yet but we all reppin' 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 country boy with the drive
And the lake, is live, got the jumpin' out that bitch
Now cast, a line, gotta tell ya how I live just one time..
At the Franklin County small engine, I holler at Joe Owens
Yeah he them damn motors, bouta get my mower goin
Like the Tennessee river we flow, plant now watch it grow
Turn on the grill and watch it smoke, drink cold beer chillin' on the boat
(HERE WE GO) One more time, let me see y'all crank them
Crack that jack, kick them raps, yeah like a ball of twine!
Now who am I? Fatt Tarr, got the shine in the jar, shoulda president
Now go get me my damn guitar. Hell, don't make me tell you
Cause this buzz got me nice. Got the coolers, got the grill
And Bigg Johns bouta get the ice. Yeah it's down tonight
Big ole' let's get it right, then we're huntin in the morning
we love this southern life! Cause..

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