Luyện nghe bài hát Bonfire

Everybody gather 'round, 'cause you know fin' to do this thang fo' reezy some ser'ous. Put 'cha money in ya shoe and it won't get wet. Come on.
Here comes a man across the field,
Here comes a man across the field,
Here a man across the field,
He's kicking up dust an automobile
Honey, oh, baby,
Get it up, girl down in Daisy
I want ya ass butt naked in a baby
Gonna keep on till the tummy puke
Got a with that, well you can get the boot
Got shotgun to the sky
Got smoke in the eyes, and I'm high
Waking, baking, the noggin' fry
Naked, round with a hog and I
Take from the rich and I to me
One Escalade, two
Perform on right next to me
And I think I found
Back up that punk, it's again
I jacked a of Heineken
Looks like it's for a line again
And how about Colonapins?
And I start to grin and start to
I'm in tongues, takin' off my pants
I'm blowing my whole hot damn
And we ain't gonna till the ambulance
ride a hundred GMCs
Hooked up Crown Vics with
Got people down you'll want to see
Half say 'cause's, say they're free
Start the
the tailgate
Pass the Knob
And we can drink it
And if the keeps burning
And the skies orange
We gon' be up in this motherfucker late
Start the
the tailgate
Pass the Creek
And we can drink it
And if the fire keeps
And the skies stay
We be up in this motherfucker real late
Better give me that bag of tobacco
cracker's ain't takin' a damn thang
Drinkin' and smokin', and pokin'
Bangin' these hoes, we
Getting' it up in the back of a
With a bitty tittys and shakin' da butt
Call me
But that's how we
But lordy, good almighty
Breakin' it down like it ain't been
Straight jacked to the brain I see the sun
You a motherfucker if you got a gun
that at home and just bring your lungs, weed
Pimp swiggin', shindiggin', shit kickin',
Brick dickin', thick and a sicknin'
TMH? and smokin' dope in the open, no chokin', no
And I'm on a roll, and I'm locin', hopin' to leave a jaw
Soakin' in your blood, while I'm strokin' your ho in the wide
With my scopin'
That crazy as hell!
That's how we do it down here in
It's on like a moth when the weather's
Shit you punks never seen on a TV screen
From radios to porches, to patios, let's it
Some bitch, I gas on it
Crunk?, Bet ass on it!
the bonfire
Drop the
the Knob Creek
And we can drink it
And if the keeps burning
And the skies stay
We gon' be up in this real late
Start the
Drop the
Pass the Knob
And we can drink it
And if the keeps burning
And the skies orange
We gon' be up in this motherfucker real
That's why at I'm seein' shit
three or four broads like a trail of piss
Takin' three or four rolls I feelin' shit
Give me three or four mo' 'bout real
Ain't nothin' here but 'trailer crank'
Poor man with a meth lab and a bama?
Man, y'all keep that dyin'
do I look like I'm tryin' to quit?
Moonshine in a Mason jar at noon-time,
Beer is for the guzzelin', is for the sippin'
When the Sun go down, it sho' be goody
In the dirty dirt, speakin' dirty
They might be scarred but them boys skerd
I know if you heard, you can't polish a turd
Yeah, my vision blurred, my a little slurred
But off of me cracker 'for your ass get hurt
"Oh my God! What are these turtles?"
"I don't know dude, but every I wave my cigarette around I get the trails"
Start the
Drop the
Pass the Creek
And we can it straight
And if the keeps burning
And the stay orange
We be up in this motherfucker real late
Start the
Drop the
the Knob Creek
And we can drink it
And if the fire burning
And the skies orange
We gon' be up in this motherfucker real
To the window, to the
Feel the sweat off my balls
Till the runnin' out yo' draws
Skeet, skeet motherfuckers, skeet,
Skeet, skeet motherfuckers, skeet,
To the window, to the
the sweat runnin' off my balls
Till the runnin' out yo' draws
Skeet, skeet motherfuckers, skeet,
Skeet, skeet motherfuckers, skeet,