Luyện nghe bài hát Jimmy Mathis

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

The Mathis family, they hide
Their from us no more, it's going down

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

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

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

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

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

This they must face, I'ma be right here
Spittin' these flames out, and Bud Light beer
'Til the cows home and the dogs barkin'
tell 'em who I am and don't beg no pardons

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

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

They watch me in the country, like the rates on
And I wear the crown for 'em till you take it me
I made some money, but blew up
Bought and sold all the shit you bust up

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

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

Bet I no clown, fuck what you thought, dogg
I'm with Jimmy ol' truck with a saw, dogg
Just to rip up, let shit jump
take it to the water, and yo shit will get sunk

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

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

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

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