Luyện nghe bài hát Tear The Roof Off

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

C]
Rest is for the restless, sleep is for the
Thin C in this bitch, puttin niggaz to bed
You catchin hot ones to your dome for the stupid shit you
The game wrong when you're snitchin, to the Feds
"Kill all rats" - how Pistol Pete say it
The roof's on fire? Let the burn
Mo Thug, ThugLine, Bone Thug, it's turn
Slap these niggaz with a grip and lay 'em on the curb

Bone]
I keep niggaz charisma blurry, bitches is lookin at me leary
Feelin as we sink 'em, to the bottom of Lake Erie, hear me
One lyrical genius man, I mean I'm the
See how they on my penis, watch how they sing and try to be us
Yeah, we them niggaz that like to fuck up the
Already drunk off Bacardi and shit with everybody-body
You wanna battle me nigga? You come check my fuckin status my nigga
You hoes ain't got lyrics to handle me
Man I got styles, styles, and many
to make you get down, get down, get
When you see that black Caddy respect (respect)
It's the Granddaddy of the

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

[Layzie
They call him Da Bum cause he from the
Straight from the gutter, gettin his paper you lookin for him
He wants some beef with skinny niggaz strapped up
I steamroll 'em like a Mack truck, man I'm these niggaz stacked up
And they home, not hard to find 'em
Put that pistol to yo' and leave you absent-minded
I'm a hustler grindin, all about timin
I'm complicated nigga, simple Simon
Bone boys shinin, test the
a nigga up and down like, "Is you for real?"
Better or catch a reflex
Have a on the ground screamin, "Respect!"

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

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