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 across the field,
Here comes a man the field,
kicking up dust 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 drinking 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, the noggin' fry
Naked, rolling with a hog and I
Take from the 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 mine
I jacked a of Heineken
Looks it's time for a line again
And how five Colonapins?
And I to grin 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
ride a hundred GMCs
Hooked up Crown Vics with
Got people down here you'll to see
Half say there 'cause's, say they're
the bonfire
Drop the
Pass the Knob
And we can it straight
And if the keeps burning
And the skies stay
We be up in this motherfucker real late
Start the
the tailgate
Pass the Creek
And we can drink it
And if the keeps burning
And the skies stay
We gon' be up in this motherfucker late
Better give me bag of wacky tobacco
Them cracker's takin' a damn thang
Drinkin' and smokin', and pokin'
these hoes, we profane
Getting' it up in the of a truck
With a bitty with tittys and shakin' da
Call me
But that's how we
But lordy, good almighty
Breakin' it like it ain't been done
jacked to the brain till I see the sun
You a motherfucker if you got a gun
Leave at home and just bring your lungs, weed
Pimp swiggin', shindiggin', shit kickin',
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 a jaw broken
in your blood, while I'm strokin' your ho in the wide open
With my scopin'
That crazy as hell!
That's how we do it here in Georgia
on like a moth when the weather's gorgeous
Shit you punks never seen 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
Drop the
Pass the Knob
And we can drink it
And if the fire burning
And the skies orange
We gon' be up in this real late
Start the
the tailgate
Pass the Creek
And we can drink it
And if the fire burning
And the stay orange
We be up in this motherfucker real late
That's why at 3:30 I'm seein'
three or four broads like a trail of piss
Takin' three or four rolls I ain't shit
Give me three or mo' 'bout real quick
Ain't nothin' down here but crank'
Poor man with a lab and a bama? stank
Man, keep that dyin' shit
do I look like I'm tryin' to quit?
Moonshine in a Mason jar at noon-time,
is for the guzzelin', this is for the sippin'
When the Sun go down, it sho' be good
In the dirty dirt, speakin' words
They might be but them boys ain't skerd
I don't know if you heard, you can't polish a
Yeah, my vision blurred, my a little slurred
But back off of me cracker your ass get hurt
"Oh my God! What are these turtles?"
"I don't know dude, but every time I wave my cigarette I get the trails"
Start the
the tailgate
Pass the Creek
And we can it straight
And if the fire keeps
And the stay orange
We gon' be up in this real late
Start the
the tailgate
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
Feel the sweat off my balls
the shit runnin' out yo' draws
Skeet, motherfuckers, skeet, skeet
Skeet, motherfuckers, skeet, skeet
To the window, to the
Feel the sweat runnin' off my
Till the shit out yo' draws
Skeet, motherfuckers, skeet, skeet
Skeet, skeet motherfuckers, skeet,