Luyện nghe bài hát Tear The Roof Off

[Intro: C]
Let it (burn, haters, burn)
Uh, uh, let it burn (let that burn)
Uhh, uhh.. let it (burn, haters, burn)
Uhh, uhh

C]
Rest is for the restless, is for the dead
Thin C in this bitch, lame niggaz to bed
You hot ones to your dome for the stupid shit you said
The game goes wrong when snitchin, to the Feds
"Kill all rats" - that's how Pete say it
The on fire? Let the motherfucker burn
Mo Thug, ThugLine, Thug, it's your turn
these niggaz with a pistol grip and lay 'em on the curb

[Krayzie
I niggaz charisma left blurry, bitches is lookin at me leary
weary as we sink 'em, to the bottom of Lake Erie, hear me
One lyrical genius man, I I'm the meanest
See how they swing on my penis, watch how they and try to be us
Yeah, we niggaz that like to fuck up the party
Already drunk off Bacardi and start with everybody-body
You wanna battle me You better come check my fuckin status my nigga
You hoes got lyrics to handle me nigga
Man I got styles, styles, and many
to make you get down, get down, get
When you see black Caddy better respect (respect)
It's the Granddaddy of the

G]
What, what, G
They paid to say that shit, nigga that nappy shit
Gone off a fifth, your boy, Keith Griff'
In the with that Bum shit, fuck a job shit
scoop me up, give me the pill, watch me run this
Dippin like I'm Reggie Bush, your neighborhood
Five on the wood it all go good
On stage a nigga stood
I'm a (Layzie) (Krayzie) nigga, so I (Wish) you
the 'Line motherfucker, try and stop mine, stick to your crime
I'm from West Coast sunshine, born to rhyme
Still I struggle in these hard times, who got a or a nickel
to yo' nigga get up out of this pickle; you see?

Bone]
They call him Da Bum he from the slums
from the gutter, gettin his paper while you lookin for him
He wants some beef with thirty skinny niggaz up
I 'em like a Mack truck, man I'm leavin these niggaz stacked up
And they home, it's not to find 'em
Put that pistol to yo' head and leave you
I'm a hustler grindin, all perfect timin
I'm complicated nigga, like Simon
Bone shinin, test the skill
Look a up and down like, "Is you for real?"
Better chill or catch a
a nigga on the ground screamin, "Respect!"

C]
Nigga you bound to get a hot one at ya
Froze from your to toe like the Rocky statue
Too to say that you ain't know that you was high-cappin
Runnin off at the lip - a tip bitch!
Backhands and combinations, don't miss
I don't discriminate, I eliminate; do you like did Saddam
Crush your whole world, catastrophic like a
That's how the roof got tore off this man

Thin C]
Burn, haters, (uh, uh.. let it burn)
Let that burn (uhh, uhh.. let it burn)
Burn, haters, (uhh, uhh)
Let that burn (uh, uh)