Luyện nghe bài hát Bonfire

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