Luyện nghe bài hát Jimmy Mathis

New south, [Incomprehensible] Athems Joy, Mudd

The Mathis family, they cant
Their money from us no more, it's down

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

Mathis, please 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

Any sheared for causes 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 I shout

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

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

This what they must face, I'ma be right
Spittin' these flames out, and drinkin' Bud beer
the cows home and the dogs quit barkin'
Daddy tell 'em who I am and beg no pardons

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

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

They watch me in the country, the rates on Sunday
And I wear the crown for 'em till you take it me
I some money, but blew most up
Bought and all the shit that you bust up

But I love my life, and much I regret
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

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

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

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

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

Jimmy Mathis, come out here
And tell folks who ya son is
And Mama, tell Russell, load the
And get this 'cause we ain't got none, wot?