Luyện nghe bài hát Bonfire

Everybody gather 'round, 'cause you we'a fin' to do this thang fo' reezy some ser'ous. Put 'cha money in ya shoe and it won't get wet. Come on.
comes a man across the field, honey
Here comes a man across the field,
Here a man across the field,
He's kicking up dust like an
Honey, oh, baby,
Get it up, girl in Daisy Dukes
I want ya ass butt in a baby suit
Gonna keep on drinking the tummy puke
Got a with that, well you can get the boot
Got shotgun to the sky
Got in the eyes, and I'm surely high
Waking, baking, the noggin' fry
Naked, rolling with a hog and I
from the rich and I give to me
One Escalade, two
Perform on hoes right to me
And I think I found
Back up that punk, it's mine
I jacked a of Heineken
Looks like it's time for a again
And how five Colonapins?
And I start to grin and to dance
I'm speakin' in tongues, takin' off my
I'm my whole hot damn advance
And we ain't gonna stop the ambulance
Slow a hundred GMCs
up Crown Vics with DVDs
Got people down here you'll to see
Half say 'cause's, say they're free
Start the
Drop the
Pass the Creek
And we can it straight
And if the fire keeps
And the skies stay
We gon' be up in this motherfucker late
the bonfire
Drop the
Pass the Creek
And we can drink it
And if the fire burning
And the skies orange
We gon' be up in this real late
Better give me bag of wacky tobacco
Them cracker's ain't takin' a thang
Drinkin' and smokin', and pokin'
these hoes, we profane
Getting' it up in the of a truck
a bitty with tittys and shakin' da butt
Call me
But that's how we
But lordy, good almighty
Breakin' it down like it ain't done
Straight to the brain till I see the sun
You a punk if you got a gun
that at home and just bring your lungs, weed
Pimp swiggin', shindiggin', kickin', picknickin'
dickin', thick chickens 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 leave a jaw
Soakin' in blood, while I'm strokin' your ho in the wide open
my folks scopin'
That crazy as hell!
That's how we do it down here in
It's on a moth when the weather's gorgeous
Shit you N'street punks 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 drink it
And if the fire keeps
And the skies orange
We gon' be up in this real late
Start the
the tailgate
Pass the Creek
And we can it straight
And if the fire keeps
And the skies stay
We gon' be up in this motherfucker late
That's why at 3:30 I'm shit
Screwin' three or four broads like a trail of
Takin' or four rolls I ain't feelin' shit
Give me three or four mo' 'bout real
Ain't nothin' down here but crank'
man with a meth lab and a bama? stank
Man, keep that dyin' shit
Motherfucker do I look I'm tryin' to quit?
Moonshine in a jar at noon-time, trippin'
Beer is for the guzzelin', is for the sippin'
the Sun go down, it sho' be goody good
In the dirty dirt, dirty words
They might be scarred but them ain't skerd
I don't if you heard, you can't polish a turd
Yeah, my vision blurred, my a little slurred
But back off of me cracker 'for ass get hurt
"Oh my God! are these blue turtles?"
"I know dude, but every time I wave my cigarette around I get the trails"
Start the
the tailgate
Pass the Knob
And we can drink it
And if the fire keeps
And the stay orange
We gon' be up in this motherfucker real
the bonfire
Drop the
Pass the Creek
And we can it straight
And if the keeps burning
And the skies orange
We gon' be up in motherfucker real late
To the window, to the
the sweat runnin' off my balls
Till the shit runnin' out yo'
Skeet, motherfuckers, skeet, skeet
Skeet, motherfuckers, skeet, skeet
To the window, to the
the sweat runnin' off my balls
Till the shit out yo' draws
Skeet, motherfuckers, skeet, skeet
Skeet, skeet motherfuckers, skeet,