Luyện nghe bài hát Bonfire

Everybody gather 'round, 'cause you know we'a fin' to do this thang fo' reezy some ser'ous. Put 'cha money in ya shoe and it won't get wet. on.
Here comes a man across the field,
Here comes a man the field, babe
Here comes a man the field,
He's kicking up like an automobile
Honey, oh, baby,
Get it up, down in Daisy Dukes
I want ya ass butt naked in a suit
Gonna on drinking till the tummy puke
Got a problem with that, well you can get the
Got shotgun to the sky
Got smoke in the eyes, and I'm surely
Waking, baking, till the fry
Naked, rolling with a hog and I
from the rich and I give to me
One Escalade, two
Perform on right next to me
And I I found serenity
up that punk, it's mine again
I a truck of Heineken
Looks like it's time for a line
And how five Colonapins?
And I start to and start to dance
I'm speakin' in tongues, takin' off my
I'm blowing my whole hot advance
And we ain't gonna stop till the
ride a hundred GMCs
Hooked up Crown Vics DVDs
Got down here you'll want to see
say there 'cause's, say they're free
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 motherfucker real late
Start the
Drop the
Pass the Knob
And we can it straight
And if the fire keeps
And the skies orange
We gon' be up in this real late
Better give me that bag of wacky
Them ain't takin' a damn thang
and smokin', stinkin' and pokin'
Bangin' these hoes, we
it up in the back of a truck
With a with tittys and shakin' da butt
me retarded
But that's how we
But lordy, good y'all
Breakin' it like it ain't been done
Straight jacked to the brain I see the sun
You a punk if you got a gun
that at home and just bring your lungs, weed
Pimp swiggin', shindiggin', kickin', picknickin'
Brick dickin', thick chickens and a
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
in your blood, while I'm strokin' your ho in the wide open
With my scopin'
That bastard's as hell!
how we do it down here in Georgia
It's on like a moth the weather's gorgeous
Shit you N'street 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 it straight
And if the fire burning
And the stay orange
We gon' be up in this motherfucker late
the bonfire
Drop the
Pass the Knob
And we can it straight
And if the keeps burning
And the skies orange
We gon' be up in this real late
That's why at 3:30 I'm seein'
three or four broads like a trail of piss
Takin' or four rolls I ain't feelin' shit
Give me three or mo' 'bout real quick
nothin' down here but 'trailer crank'
Poor man with a meth lab and a bama?
Man, y'all keep that dyin'
Motherfucker do I 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 be goody good
In the dirt, speakin' dirty words
They be scarred but them boys ain't skerd
I know if you heard, you can't polish a turd
Yeah, my blurred, my speech a little slurred
But off of me cracker 'for your ass get hurt
"Oh my God! What are blue turtles?"
"I don't know dude, but time I wave my cigarette around I get the trails"
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 motherfucker real
Start the
Drop the
Pass the Creek
And we can it straight
And if the fire keeps
And the skies stay
We gon' be up in this motherfucker 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
the sweat runnin' off my balls
Till the runnin' out yo' draws
Skeet, skeet motherfuckers, skeet,
Skeet, skeet motherfuckers, skeet,