Luyện nghe bài hát Bonfire

Everybody gather 'round, 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. Come on.
Here 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, down in Daisy Dukes
I want ya ass butt in a baby suit
Gonna on drinking till the tummy puke
Got a problem that, well you can get the boot
Got shotgun to the sky
Got in the eyes, and I'm surely high
Waking, baking, the noggin' fry
Naked, rolling with a hog and I
Take from the and I give to me
One Escalade, two
on hoes right next to me
And I think I serenity
Back up that punk, it's mine
I a truck of Heineken
Looks like it's for a line again
And how about five
And I start to grin and to dance
I'm speakin' in tongues, takin' off my
I'm blowing my whole hot advance
And we gonna stop till the ambulance
Slow ride a hundred
Hooked up Crown Vics DVDs
Got down here you'll want to see
Half say 'cause's, say they're free
Start the
Drop the
Pass the Creek
And we can drink it
And if the fire burning
And the stay orange
We gon' be up in this motherfucker real
Start the
Drop the
Pass the Creek
And we can drink it
And if the fire burning
And the stay orange
We gon' be up in this real late
Better me that bag of wacky tobacco
Them cracker's ain't a damn thang
Drinkin' and smokin', and pokin'
Bangin' these hoes, we
Getting' it up in the of a truck
a bitty with tittys and shakin' da butt
Call me
But how we party
But lordy, good almighty
Breakin' it down like it ain't been
Straight jacked to the till I see the sun
You a motherfucker if you got a gun
Leave that at home and bring your lungs, weed
Pimp swiggin', shindiggin', shit kickin',
Brick dickin', chickens and a sicknin'
TMH? and dope in the open, no chokin', no joke
And I'm on a roll, and I'm locin', to leave a jaw broken
Soakin' in your blood, while I'm strokin' your ho in the open
With my folks
That crazy as hell!
That's how we do it here in Georgia
on like a moth when the weather's gorgeous
Shit you N'street punks never on a TV screen
From to porches, to patios, let's torch it
bitch, I pour gas on it
Crunk?, Bet ass on it!
Start the
the tailgate
Pass the Creek
And we can it straight
And if the keeps burning
And the skies stay
We gon' be up in motherfucker real late
Start the
Drop the
Pass the Creek
And we can drink it
And if the keeps burning
And the skies stay
We gon' be up in this motherfucker real
That's why at 3:30 I'm seein'
Screwin' three or four like a trail of piss
Takin' three or rolls I ain't feelin' shit
Give me three or four mo' 'bout quick
Ain't nothin' down but 'trailer crank'
Poor man with a meth lab and a bama?
Man, keep that dyin' shit
Motherfucker do I like I'm tryin' to quit?
in a Mason jar at noon-time, trippin'
Beer is for the guzzelin', is for the sippin'
When the Sun go down, it sho' be good
In the dirty dirt, speakin' dirty
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 speech a little
But back off of me cracker 'for ass get hurt
"Oh my God! What are these turtles?"
"I don't dude, but every time I wave my cigarette around I get the trails"
the bonfire
Drop the
the Knob Creek
And we can it straight
And if the fire keeps
And the skies stay
We gon' be up in this real late
the bonfire
Drop the
Pass the Knob
And we can it straight
And if the fire burning
And the skies orange
We be up in this motherfucker real late
To the window, to the
Feel the sweat off my balls
Till the shit out yo' draws
Skeet, skeet motherfuckers, skeet,
Skeet, skeet motherfuckers, skeet,
To the window, to the
Feel the sweat runnin' off my
the shit runnin' out yo' draws
Skeet, motherfuckers, skeet, skeet
Skeet, motherfuckers, skeet, skeet