Luyện nghe bài hát Jimmy Mathis

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck with me, I doubt that you can
When I get to doin' my Hill Billy dance, a step to the
And 2 back to the right, take a 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 hell with this white
Unless it's white shit that speed up ya pulse rate
Some cardiac arrest so sweet with a taste

This what must face, I'ma be right here
Spittin' these flames out, and drinkin' Bud Light
the cows home and the dogs quit barkin'
Daddy tell 'em who I am and beg no pardons

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

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

They watch me in the country, like the rates on
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 much I regret
I just I remember half of what I forget
Through and the tears, the blood and the sweat
But if you ever believe, its to double your bet

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

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

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

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

Jimmy Mathis, please out here
And tell these who ya son is
And Mama, tell Russell, load the
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, wot?