Luyện nghe bài hát Bonfire

Everybody gather 'round, 'cause you know we'a fin' to do this thang fo' 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 up dust like an automobile
Honey, oh, baby,
Get it up, girl in Daisy Dukes
I want ya ass butt in a baby suit
Gonna keep on drinking till the puke
Got a with that, well you can get the boot
Got pointed to the sky
Got smoke in the eyes, and I'm surely
Waking, baking, the noggin' fry
Naked, rolling round 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 that punk, it's again
I a truck of Heineken
Looks it's time for a line again
And how five Colonapins?
And I start to and start to dance
I'm in tongues, takin' off my pants
I'm blowing my whole hot damn
And we gonna stop till the ambulance
Slow a hundred GMCs
Hooked up Crown with DVDs
Got down here you'll want to see
Half say 'cause's, say they're free
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 it straight
And if the fire keeps
And the skies orange
We gon' be up in this motherfucker real
Better me that bag of wacky tobacco
Them ain't takin' a damn thang
Drinkin' and smokin', stinkin' and
Bangin' hoes, we profane
it up in the back of a truck
With a bitty with and shakin' da butt
Call me
But how we party
But lordy, almighty y'all
Breakin' it down it ain't been done
jacked to the brain till I see the sun
You a punk if you got a gun
Leave that at and just bring your lungs, weed
swiggin', shindiggin', shit kickin', picknickin'
Brick dickin', 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 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 down here in
It's on like a moth when the gorgeous
Shit you N'street punks never on a TV screen
From radios to porches, to patios, let's it
bitch, I pour gas on it
Crunk?, Bet ass on it!
Start the
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
the bonfire
Drop the
the Knob Creek
And we can it straight
And if the fire burning
And the skies stay
We be up in this motherfucker real late
why at 3:30 I'm seein' shit
Screwin' three or four broads like a trail of
Takin' three or rolls I ain't feelin' shit
me three or four mo' 'bout real quick
Ain't down here but 'trailer crank'
man with a meth lab and a bama? stank
Man, y'all keep that shit
Motherfucker do I look like I'm to quit?
Moonshine in a Mason jar at noon-time,
Beer is for the guzzelin', is for the sippin'
When the Sun go down, it be goody good
In the dirty dirt, speakin' 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 speech a little
But back off of me cracker your 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
Drop the
Pass the Creek
And we can drink it
And if the keeps burning
And the stay orange
We gon' be up in motherfucker real late
the bonfire
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
To the window, to the
Feel the runnin' off my balls
Till the shit out yo' draws
Skeet, motherfuckers, skeet, skeet
Skeet, motherfuckers, skeet, skeet
To the window, to the
Feel the sweat runnin' off my
the shit runnin' out yo' draws
Skeet, skeet motherfuckers, skeet,
Skeet, skeet motherfuckers, skeet,