Luyện nghe bài hát Jimmy Mathis

New south, [Incomprehensible] Athems Joy, Mudd

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

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

Jimmy Mathis, please out here
And tell these who ya son is
And Mama Russell, load the shotgun
And get this loot 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 doubt you really can
I get to doin' my Hill Billy dance, a step to the left
And 2 to the right, take a shot of petrone
And get to the mic

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

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

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

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

watch me in the country, like the rates on Sunday
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 just hope I remember half of I forget
Through years and the tears, the blood and the
But if you ever believe, its time to your bet

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

Bet I no clown, fuck what you thought, dogg
I'm with Jimmy Mathis ol' truck with a saw,
Just to rip up, let shit jump
We'll it to the water, and yo shit will get sunk

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

Jimmy Mathis, 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 none,