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 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 in Daisy Dukes
I want ya ass butt in a baby suit
Gonna keep on till the tummy puke
Got a with 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 hoes next to me
And I think I serenity
up that punk, it's mine again
I jacked a of Heineken
Looks like it's time for a again
And how about five
And I start to grin and start to
I'm speakin' in tongues, off my pants
I'm blowing my whole hot damn
And we gonna stop till the ambulance
Slow a hundred GMCs
Hooked up Crown Vics DVDs
Got people here you'll want to see
Half say there 'cause's, say free
Start the
Drop the
Pass the Creek
And we can drink it
And if the fire keeps
And the skies stay
We gon' be up in this real late
the bonfire
Drop the
Pass the Creek
And we can it straight
And if the fire burning
And the skies orange
We gon' be up in motherfucker real late
Better give me bag of wacky tobacco
Them ain't takin' a damn thang
Drinkin' and smokin', and pokin'
these hoes, we profane
Getting' it up in the of a truck
With a bitty tittys and shakin' da butt
Call me
But that's how we
But lordy, good y'all
Breakin' it down it ain't been done
Straight jacked to the till I see the sun
You a punk if you got a gun
Leave that at and just bring your lungs, weed
Pimp swiggin', shindiggin', kickin', picknickin'
Brick dickin', thick chickens and a
and smokin' 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 wide
my folks scopin'
That crazy as hell!
That's how we do it down here in
It's on like a when the weather's gorgeous
Shit you N'street punks never on a TV screen
radios to porches, to patios, let's torch it
Some bitch, I gas on it
Crunk?, Bet ass on it!
Start the
Drop the
the Knob Creek
And we can it straight
And if the fire keeps
And the stay orange
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 skies stay
We gon' be up in this motherfucker real
why at 3:30 I'm seein' shit
Screwin' or four broads like a trail of piss
three or four rolls I ain't feelin' shit
Give me three or four mo' 'bout quick
Ain't nothin' down but 'trailer crank'
Poor man a meth lab and a bama? stank
Man, y'all that dyin' shit
Motherfucker do I like I'm tryin' to quit?
Moonshine in a jar at noon-time, trippin'
Beer is for the guzzelin', is for the sippin'
When the Sun go down, it be goody good
In the dirty dirt, dirty words
They might be scarred but them ain't skerd
I don't know if you heard, you can't a turd
Yeah, my vision blurred, my speech a slurred
But off of me cracker 'for your ass get hurt
"Oh my God! What are blue turtles?"
"I don't know dude, but every time I wave my cigarette 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 this motherfucker real
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
To the window, to the
the sweat runnin' 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
Till the runnin' out yo' draws
Skeet, motherfuckers, skeet, skeet
Skeet, motherfuckers, skeet, skeet