Luyện nghe bài hát Made On McCosh Mill Road

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

The county line is the family
I was made of the Georgia
Venture them Georgia pines
a whole lot more than Pines
Find a shine, a different type of pine
the kind, they'll chop down and compress it
and address it up outta
McCosh Mill, we that
Go on and that hat bill
Go on pop that chop and that, sit back, chill
Me and momma done up
That pile get burnt up
Hot as hell but feelin like heaven to me
It sure
thats anybody plus no body that's everybody
Knows that Mill dog
Better ask 'em, they'll tell you it
That crowd is rowdy
The is cold and the women hot
We came to have a time tonight
But disrespect might get you

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

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

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

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