Luyện nghe bài hát Jimmy Mathis

New south, Athems Joy, Mudd Kat'z

The Mathis family, they cant
Their money from us no more, going down

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

Any blood sheared for causes that deserves it, is blood well it
We fought to it, you caught him in person
You know Bubba siked out, you hate it they 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 of petrone
And get to the mic

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

This what they must face, I'ma be right
Spittin' flames out, and drinkin' Bud Light beer
the cows home and the dogs quit barkin'
Daddy 'em who I am and don't beg no pardons

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

Jimmy Mathis, please come out
And tell folks who ya son is
And Mama, tell Russell, the shotgun
And get this loot 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 some money, but blew most up
Bought and sold all the shit 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 to double your bet

'Cause I ain't tapped into 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 with Jimmy Mathis ol' truck with a saw,
Just to rip up, let some jump
We'll take it to the water, and yo shit will get

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

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

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