Luyện nghe bài hát Jimmy Mathis

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

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

Jimmy Mathis, please come out
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 tell Russell, load the shotgun
And get loot 'cause we ain't got none

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

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

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

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

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

Jimmy Mathis, please out here
And tell these who ya son is
And Mama, tell Russell, 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 it from me
I some money, but blew most up
Bought and sold all the shit that you up

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

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

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

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