Luyện nghe bài hát Jimmy Mathis

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

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

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

Mathis, please come 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 sheared for 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 when I

Fuck with me, I that you really 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 shit
Unless it's that white shit that speed up ya rate
Some cardiac so sweet with a dough taste

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

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

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

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

But I love my life, and ain't much I
I hope I remember half of what I forget
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 into my potential
But I have shown growth and that is essential
you a pencil, jot a few notes down
The they asked me, the answers I know now

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

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

Jimmy Mathis, please out here
And tell these who ya son is
And Mama, tell Russell, the shotgun
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, the shotgun
And get this '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, wot?