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.
Here a man across the field, honey
Here comes a man the field, babe
Here a man across the field,
He's kicking up dust an automobile
Honey, oh, baby,
Get it up, down in Daisy Dukes
I want ya ass naked in a baby suit
Gonna keep on till the tummy puke
Got a problem with that, you can get the boot
Got pointed 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 the rich and I give to me
One Escalade, two
Perform on hoes right 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 five Colonapins?
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 till the ambulance
Slow ride a GMCs
up Crown Vics with DVDs
Got people here you'll want to see
Half say there 'cause's, say free
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
Start the
the tailgate
Pass the Creek
And we can it straight
And if the fire keeps
And the skies orange
We gon' be up in this real late
Better me that bag of wacky tobacco
Them cracker's takin' a damn thang
Drinkin' and smokin', and pokin'
Bangin' hoes, we profane
Getting' it up in the back of a
With a bitty with and shakin' da butt
Call me
But that's how we
But lordy, good y'all
Breakin' it down like it ain't done
Straight to the brain till 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' in the open, no chokin', no joke
And I'm on a roll, and I'm locin', hopin' to a jaw broken
in your 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
on like a moth when the weather's gorgeous
Shit you punks never seen on a TV screen
From radios to porches, to patios, torch it
Some bitch, I gas on it
Crunk?, Bet ass on it!
Start the
the tailgate
Pass the Creek
And we can drink it
And if the fire keeps
And the stay 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 stay
We gon' be up in this motherfucker late
why at 3:30 I'm seein' shit
Screwin' three or four broads a trail of piss
Takin' or four rolls I ain't feelin' shit
me three or four mo' 'bout real quick
Ain't nothin' down but 'trailer crank'
Poor man with a meth lab and a stank
Man, y'all keep that shit
Motherfucker do I look like I'm to quit?
in a Mason 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 but them boys 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 cracker 'for your ass get
"Oh my God! are these blue turtles?"
"I don't know dude, but every I wave my cigarette around I get the trails"
the bonfire
Drop the
the Knob Creek
And we can it straight
And if the keeps burning
And the skies stay
We gon' be up in motherfucker real late
the bonfire
Drop the
Pass the Knob
And we can it straight
And if the keeps burning
And the skies orange
We be up in this motherfucker real late
To the window, to the
Feel the runnin' off my balls
Till the shit runnin' out yo'
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, motherfuckers, skeet, skeet