Luyện nghe bài hát Bonfire

Everybody gather 'round, 'cause you know we'a 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 a man across the field, babe
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 in a baby suit
Gonna keep on drinking till the puke
Got a problem that, well you can get the boot
Got shotgun to the sky
Got smoke in the eyes, and I'm high
Waking, baking, till the fry
Naked, rolling with a hog and I
Take from the and I give to me
One Escalade, two
Perform on right next to me
And I think I serenity
Back up punk, it's mine again
I a truck of Heineken
Looks like it's time for a line
And how about five
And I start to grin and to dance
I'm in tongues, takin' off my pants
I'm blowing my whole hot damn
And we ain't stop till the ambulance
Slow ride a hundred
up Crown Vics with DVDs
Got people down here 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 burning
And the stay orange
We be up in this motherfucker real late
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 motherfucker real late
Better me that bag of wacky tobacco
Them cracker's ain't a damn thang
and smokin', stinkin' and pokin'
Bangin' hoes, we profane
Getting' it up in the of a truck
With a bitty with and shakin' da butt
me retarded
But that's how we
But lordy, almighty y'all
Breakin' it like it ain't been done
jacked 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', shit kickin',
Brick dickin', thick chickens and a
TMH? and smokin' dope in the open, no chokin', no
And I'm on a roll, and I'm locin', hopin' to a jaw broken
Soakin' in your blood, while I'm strokin' your ho in the open
my folks scopin'
That bastard's as hell!
how we do it down here in Georgia
It's on like a moth when the weather's
Shit you N'street never seen on a TV screen
From radios to porches, to patios, let's it
Some bitch, I 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 stay orange
We gon' be up in motherfucker real late
Start the
Drop the
Pass the Knob
And we can it straight
And if the keeps burning
And the skies stay
We gon' be up in this real late
That's why at 3:30 I'm seein'
Screwin' or four broads like a trail of piss
Takin' three or four I ain't feelin' shit
Give me or four mo' 'bout real quick
Ain't nothin' here but 'trailer crank'
Poor man with a meth lab and a bama?
Man, y'all keep that dyin'
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'
the Sun go down, it sho' be goody good
In the dirty dirt, speakin' words
They be scarred but them boys ain't skerd
I don't know if you heard, you polish a turd
Yeah, my blurred, my speech a little slurred
But back off of me cracker 'for your ass get
"Oh my God! What are 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 skies orange
We be up in this motherfucker real late
the bonfire
Drop the
Pass the Creek
And we can it straight
And if the keeps burning
And the stay orange
We gon' be up in this real late
To the window, to the
the sweat runnin' off my balls
Till the shit runnin' out yo'
Skeet, motherfuckers, skeet, skeet
Skeet, motherfuckers, skeet, skeet
To the window, to the
Feel the runnin' off my balls
Till the runnin' out yo' draws
Skeet, motherfuckers, skeet, skeet
Skeet, motherfuckers, skeet, skeet