Luyện nghe bài hát Jimmy Mathis

New south, [Incomprehensible] Athems Joy, Mudd

The family, they cant hide
Their money from us no more, it's going

Mathis, please come out here
And these folks who ya son is
And Mama tell Russell, load the
And get this loot 'cause we ain't got

Jimmy Mathis, please come out
And tell folks who ya son is
And tell Russell, load the shotgun
And get this loot we ain't got none

Any blood sheared for that deserves it, is blood well worth it
We fought to preserve it, you him in person
You know Bubba siked out, you hate it when talk
But love it when I

Fuck with me, I doubt you really can
When I get to doin' my Hill dance, a step to the left
And 2 to the right, take a shot of petrone
And get to the mic

Yeah I'm rappin' tonite, but as soon as the hit
I'm all about the green man, to hell with this shit
it's that white shit that speed up ya pulse rate
Some cardiac arrest so sweet with a taste

what they must face, I'ma be right here
Spittin' these flames out, and drinkin' Bud beer
'Til the cows and the dogs quit barkin'
Daddy tell 'em who I am and don't beg no

Jimmy Mathis, please out here
And tell folks who ya son is
And Mama tell, Russell, load the
And get this loot 'cause we ain't got

Jimmy Mathis, come out here
And these folks who ya son is
And Mama, tell Russell, load the
And get this 'cause we ain't got none

They watch me in the country, the rates on Sunday
And I wear the crown for 'em you take it from me
I made some money, but most up
Bought and sold all the shit that you up

But I love my life, and ain't much I
I just I remember half of what I forget
years and the tears, the blood and the sweat
But if you ever believe, its time to double bet

'Cause I ain't even tapped half my potential
But I have shown growth though and is essential
Grab you a pencil, jot a few down
The questions they asked me, the I know now

Bet I ain't no clown, fuck you thought, dogg
I'm with Mathis ol' truck with a saw, dogg
Just to rip up, let some shit
take it to the water, and yo shit will get sunk

Jimmy Mathis, come out here
And tell these who ya son is
And Mama, tell Russell, load the
And get this loot 'cause we got none

Mathis, please come out here
And tell these who ya son is
And Mama, tell Russell, load the
And get this loot 'cause we ain't got

Jimmy Mathis, come out here
And tell these who ya son is
And Mama, Russell, load the shotgun
And get this loot 'cause we got none

Mathis, please come out here
And tell folks who ya son is
And Mama, Russell, load the shotgun
And get this loot 'cause we got none, wot?