Luyện nghe bài hát Bonfire

Everybody gather 'round, 'cause you know we'a fin' to do this fo' reezy some ser'ous. Put 'cha money in ya shoe and it won't get wet. Come on.
Here comes a man the field, honey
Here comes a man across the field,
Here comes a man the field,
He's kicking up dust an automobile
Honey, oh, baby,
Get it up, down in Daisy Dukes
I want ya ass butt naked in a baby
Gonna keep on till the tummy puke
Got a problem with that, you can get the boot
Got shotgun to the sky
Got smoke in the eyes, and I'm surely
Waking, baking, till the fry
Naked, round with a hog and I
Take from the rich and I to me
One Escalade, two
Perform on hoes next to me
And I think I found
Back up punk, it's mine again
I a truck of Heineken
Looks like time for a line again
And how five Colonapins?
And I start to and start to dance
I'm speakin' in tongues, takin' off my
I'm blowing my whole hot advance
And we ain't gonna till the ambulance
ride a hundred GMCs
Hooked up Crown with DVDs
Got people here you'll want to see
Half say there 'cause's, say free
the bonfire
Drop the
the Knob Creek
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
the Knob Creek
And we can it straight
And if the fire keeps
And the skies orange
We gon' be up in this motherfucker real
Better give me that bag of 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
With a bitty tittys and shakin' da butt
me retarded
But how we party
But lordy, almighty y'all
Breakin' it down like it ain't been
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'
Brick dickin', chickens 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 your ho in the wide open
my folks scopin'
That bastard's as hell!
That's how we do it here in Georgia
It's on like a when the weather's gorgeous
Shit you N'street punks never 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 it straight
And if the fire keeps
And the skies orange
We gon' be up in this motherfucker late
Start the
the tailgate
Pass the Knob
And we can drink it
And if the fire keeps
And the skies orange
We gon' be up in motherfucker real late
That's why at 3:30 I'm seein'
Screwin' three or four like a trail of piss
Takin' three or four rolls I ain't feelin'
Give me or four mo' 'bout real quick
nothin' down here but 'trailer crank'
Poor man with a lab and a bama? stank
Man, y'all keep that 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'
When the Sun go down, it sho' be good
In the dirty dirt, speakin' words
They might be scarred but them ain't skerd
I know if you heard, you can't polish a turd
Yeah, my vision blurred, my speech a little
But back off of me 'for your ass get hurt
"Oh my God! What are blue turtles?"
"I don't know dude, but time I wave my cigarette around I get the trails"
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 late
the bonfire
Drop the
the Knob Creek
And we can drink it
And if the keeps burning
And the skies orange
We be up in this motherfucker real late
To the window, to the
Feel the sweat off my balls
Till the shit runnin' out yo'
Skeet, skeet motherfuckers, skeet,
Skeet, motherfuckers, skeet, skeet
To the window, to the
Feel the sweat runnin' off my
the shit runnin' out yo' draws
Skeet, motherfuckers, skeet, skeet
Skeet, skeet motherfuckers, skeet,