Luyện nghe bài hát Bonfire

Everybody gather 'round, 'cause you know we'a fin' to do this thang fo' reezy some ser'ous. Put money in ya shoe and it won't get wet. Come on.
comes a man across the field, honey
Here comes a man the field, babe
Here comes a man the field,
He's kicking up dust an automobile
Honey, oh, baby,
Get it up, girl in Daisy Dukes
I ya ass butt naked in a baby suit
Gonna keep on till 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 surely
Waking, baking, till the fry
Naked, round with a hog and I
Take the rich and I give to me
One Escalade, two
Perform on right next to me
And I I found serenity
Back up that punk, it's mine
I jacked a of Heineken
Looks like time for a line again
And how about five
And I start to grin and start to
I'm in tongues, takin' off my pants
I'm blowing my whole hot advance
And we ain't gonna stop till the
ride a hundred GMCs
Hooked up Crown Vics with
Got people down here you'll to see
Half say 'cause's, say they're free
the bonfire
Drop the
the Knob Creek
And we can drink it
And if the keeps burning
And the skies orange
We gon' be up in motherfucker real late
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 real
Better give me bag of wacky tobacco
cracker's ain't takin' a damn thang
Drinkin' and smokin', stinkin' and
Bangin' hoes, we profane
Getting' it up in the back of a
With a bitty tittys and shakin' da butt
Call me
But that's how we
But lordy, almighty y'all
Breakin' it down like it ain't done
Straight jacked to the till I see the sun
You a punk if you got a gun
Leave that at home and just bring your lungs,
Pimp swiggin', shindiggin', kickin', picknickin'
dickin', thick chickens and a sicknin'
TMH? and dope 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, I'm strokin' your ho in the wide open
my folks scopin'
That crazy as hell!
That's how we do it here in Georgia
It's on a moth when the weather's gorgeous
Shit you N'street punks seen on a TV screen
From radios to porches, to patios, let's 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 keeps burning
And the skies stay
We gon' be up in this real late
the bonfire
Drop the
Pass the Knob
And we can drink it
And if the fire keeps
And the stay orange
We gon' be up in this motherfucker late
That's why at 3:30 I'm seein'
Screwin' three or four broads a trail of piss
Takin' three or four I ain't feelin' shit
me three or four mo' 'bout real quick
Ain't nothin' down but 'trailer crank'
Poor man with a meth lab and a bama?
Man, y'all keep that shit
Motherfucker do I look like I'm to quit?
in a Mason jar at noon-time, trippin'
Beer is for the guzzelin', this is for the
When the Sun go down, it sho' be goody
In the dirty dirt, speakin' words
They might be scarred but them ain't skerd
I know if you heard, you can't polish a turd
Yeah, my blurred, my speech a little slurred
But back off of me 'for your ass get hurt
"Oh my God! are these blue turtles?"
"I don't know dude, but every time I wave my around I get the trails"
the bonfire
Drop the
the Knob Creek
And we can it straight
And if the fire burning
And the skies stay
We gon' be up in motherfucker real late
Start the
the tailgate
Pass the Knob
And we can it straight
And if the fire burning
And the skies stay
We gon' be up in this motherfucker late
To the window, to the
Feel the runnin' off my balls
the shit runnin' out yo' draws
Skeet, motherfuckers, skeet, skeet
Skeet, motherfuckers, skeet, skeet
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