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.
comes a man across the field, honey
Here a man across the field, babe
comes 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 naked in a suit
keep on drinking till the tummy puke
Got a problem with that, well you can get the
Got pointed to the sky
Got smoke in the eyes, and I'm high
Waking, baking, the noggin' fry
Naked, rolling with a hog and I
Take from the rich and I 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 it's time for a line again
And how about five
And I start to and start to dance
I'm speakin' in tongues, takin' off my
I'm blowing my hot damn advance
And we ain't gonna till the ambulance
Slow ride a hundred
Hooked up Crown Vics with
Got people here you'll want 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 stay orange
We gon' be up in this motherfucker late
Start the
the tailgate
Pass the Creek
And we can drink it
And if the fire keeps
And the skies stay
We gon' be up in this real late
give me that bag of wacky tobacco
Them ain't takin' a damn thang
Drinkin' and smokin', stinkin' and
Bangin' hoes, we profane
Getting' it up in the of a truck
With a bitty tittys and shakin' da butt
Call me
But how we party
But lordy, almighty y'all
it down like it ain't been done
Straight jacked to the till I see the sun
You a motherfucker if you got a gun
Leave that at home and just bring your lungs,
Pimp swiggin', shindiggin', shit kickin',
Brick dickin', chickens and a sicknin'
and smokin' dope in the open, no chokin', no joke
And I'm on a roll, and I'm locin', hopin' to a jaw broken
Soakin' in your blood, while I'm strokin' ho in the wide open
With my folks
That crazy as hell!
That's how we do it down 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, torch it
bitch, I pour gas on it
Crunk?, Bet ass on it!
the bonfire
Drop the
Pass the Knob
And we can it straight
And if the fire burning
And the stay orange
We gon' be up in this motherfucker real
Start the
the tailgate
Pass the Knob
And we can drink it
And if the fire keeps
And the skies stay
We gon' be up in this real late
That's why at I'm seein' shit
Screwin' three or four broads like a of piss
Takin' or four rolls I ain't feelin' shit
me three or four mo' 'bout real quick
Ain't nothin' down here but 'trailer
Poor man a meth lab and a bama? stank
Man, keep that dyin' shit
Motherfucker do I like 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 be goody good
In the dirty dirt, dirty words
They might be scarred but boys ain't skerd
I don't know if you heard, you can't polish a
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 know dude, but every time I wave my cigarette around I get the trails"
the bonfire
Drop the
Pass the Knob
And we can drink it
And if the fire keeps
And the skies stay
We gon' be up in this motherfucker real
Start the
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 runnin' off my balls
the shit runnin' out yo' draws
Skeet, motherfuckers, skeet, skeet
Skeet, skeet motherfuckers, skeet,
To the window, to the
Feel the sweat runnin' off my
Till the shit runnin' out yo'
Skeet, skeet motherfuckers, skeet,
Skeet, motherfuckers, skeet, skeet