Luyện nghe bài hát Jimmy Mathis

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

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

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

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

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

with me, I doubt that you really can
When I get to doin' my Hill Billy dance, a to the left
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 with this white shit
Unless that white shit that speed up ya pulse rate
cardiac arrest so sweet with a dough taste

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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