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 comes a man the field,
He's kicking up like 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 pointed to the sky
Got smoke in the eyes, and I'm high
Waking, baking, the noggin' fry
Naked, rolling round a hog and I
from the rich and I give to me
One Escalade, two
Perform on hoes next to me
And I think I serenity
Back up that punk, it's again
I jacked a 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, takin' off my
I'm blowing my whole hot advance
And we ain't gonna stop the ambulance
Slow ride a hundred
Hooked up Crown with DVDs
Got people down here want to see
say there 'cause's, say they're free
Start the
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
Start the
the tailgate
Pass the Creek
And we can it straight
And if the fire burning
And the skies orange
We gon' be up in this real late
Better give me that bag of wacky
Them cracker's ain't a damn thang
Drinkin' and smokin', and pokin'
Bangin' hoes, we profane
Getting' it up in the of a truck
With a bitty with tittys and da butt
me retarded
But that's how we
But lordy, good almighty
Breakin' it down like it ain't done
Straight jacked to the brain I see the sun
You a punk if you got a gun
Leave that at home and bring your lungs, weed
swiggin', shindiggin', shit kickin', picknickin'
Brick dickin', thick chickens and a
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 blood, while I'm strokin' your ho in the wide open
With my folks
That crazy as hell!
That's how we do it down here in
It's on like a moth the weather's gorgeous
Shit you N'street punks never on a TV screen
From to porches, to patios, let's torch it
Some bitch, I gas on it
Crunk?, Bet ass on it!
Start the
the tailgate
Pass the Knob
And we can it straight
And if the fire keeps
And the stay orange
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 stay orange
We gon' be up in motherfucker real late
why at 3:30 I'm seein' shit
Screwin' three or four broads like a of piss
Takin' three or rolls I ain't feelin' shit
Give me three or four mo' 'bout quick
Ain't nothin' down here but 'trailer
Poor man with a meth lab and a bama?
Man, keep 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', this is for the
When the Sun go down, it be goody good
In the dirt, speakin' dirty words
They might be scarred but them boys 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! What are blue turtles?"
"I don't know dude, but every time I wave my cigarette I get the trails"
the bonfire
Drop the
the Knob Creek
And we can drink it
And if the fire keeps
And the skies orange
We gon' be up in this motherfucker real
the bonfire
Drop the
Pass the Knob
And we can it straight
And if the fire burning
And the skies orange
We gon' be up in this motherfucker late
To the window, to the
the sweat runnin' off my balls
Till the shit runnin' out yo'
Skeet, skeet motherfuckers, skeet,
Skeet, motherfuckers, skeet, skeet
To the window, to the
Feel the runnin' off my balls
the shit runnin' out yo' draws
Skeet, skeet motherfuckers, skeet,
Skeet, skeet motherfuckers, skeet,