Luyện nghe bài hát Made On McCosh Mill Road

I'm talking 'bout a cold beer, I'm talking a hot country girl
I'm talking 'bout John Deere, I'm talking my big cousin Earl
See I was made on McCosh Mill
Where the rowdy folks come
And if ask you can tell 'em we drinking, we smoking
do pretty much, anything but run

The county line is the line
I was made of the side
Venture into them Georgia
Find a whole lot than Pines
Find a shine, find a type of pine
the kind, they'll chop down and compress it
and address it up outta
McCosh Mill, we that
Go on and bend hat bill
Go on pop that chop and that, sit back, chill
Me and done turnt up
That wood get burnt up
Hot as but it's feelin like heaven to me
It sure
Anybody thats anybody no body that's everybody
Knows about Mill dog
Better ask 'em, they'll tell you it
That crowd is very
The beer is and the women hot
We came to a good time tonight
But disrespect get you shot

I'm 'bout a cold beer, I'm talking 'bout a hot country girl
I'm talking 'bout John Deere, I'm 'bout my big cousin Earl
See I was made on McCosh Road
the rowdy folks come from
And if they ask you can tell 'em we drinking, we
We'll do much, anything but run

I got my baby, got my beverage, its like another Mill night
Mud hole
how we living in real life
Chevrolets sittin 50 inches up above gravel
Infested with that meth head, but old Bubba does not
drink a little drink, smoke a little smoke
Make it do
Man what did you think, my was a joke?
Naw that must be you
Got meet on the grill, the music is loud, we havin an epic
In case they forgot this is Mill, tell 'em again
We party like just talk about how they party
Take a swig of that fire water to get my day started
Born here, was made here, then here, and Imma be buried
Right up on there on top of the hill' in the Road cemetery

I'm talking 'bout a cold beer, I'm talking a hot country girl
I'm talking 'bout John Deere, I'm 'bout my big cousin Earl
See I was made on Mill Road
the rowdy folks come from
And if they ask you can tell 'em we drinking, we
We'll do pretty much, but run

I'm 'bout a cold beer, I'm talking 'bout a hot country girl
I'm talking 'bout John Deere, I'm 'bout my big cousin Earl
See I was on McCosh Mill Road
Where the rowdy folks come
And if they ask you can 'em we drinking, we smoking
We'll do much, anything but run