Luyện nghe bài hát Jimmy Mathis

New south, [Incomprehensible] Joy, Mudd Kat'z

The family, they cant hide
money from us no more, it's going down

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

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

Any blood sheared for causes that it, is blood well worth it
We fought to it, you caught him in person
You know Bubba siked out, you hate it when talk
But it when I shout

Fuck with me, I doubt that you can
When I get to my Hill Billy dance, a step to the left
And 2 back to the right, take a shot of
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
Some cardiac arrest so sweet a dough taste

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

Jimmy Mathis, please come out
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, load the
And get this 'cause we ain't got none

They watch me in the country, like the on Sunday
And I wear the crown for 'em till you it from me
I made some money, but blew up
Bought and sold all the that you bust up

But I my life, and ain't much I regret
I just hope I half of what I forget
Through years and the tears, the and the sweat
But if you ever believe, its to double your bet

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

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

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

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

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