Luyện nghe bài hát Jimmy Mathis

New south, [Incomprehensible] Athems Joy, Kat'z

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

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

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

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

Fuck with me, I that you really can
When I get to doin' my Billy 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 as the light hit
I'm all about the green man, to with this white shit
Unless that white shit that speed up ya pulse rate
Some cardiac so sweet with a dough taste

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

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

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

They me in the country, like the rates on Sunday
And I the crown for 'em till you take it from me
I some money, but blew most up
Bought and sold all the that you bust up

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

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

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

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

Mathis, please come out here
And tell these who ya son is
And Mama, tell Russell, the shotgun
And get loot 'cause we ain't got none

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

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