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

[Krayzie
I keep niggaz left blurry, bitches is lookin at me leary
Feelin weary as we sink 'em, to the bottom of Erie, hear me
One genius man, I mean I'm the meanest
See how they swing on my penis, how they sing and try to be us
Yeah, we them niggaz that like to fuck up the
Already drunk off Bacardi and start shit with
You battle me nigga? You better come check my fuckin status my nigga
You ain't got lyrics to handle me nigga
Man I got styles, styles, and styles
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 to say that snappy shit, nigga that nappy shit
Gone off a fifth, it's boy, Keith Griff'
In the alley that Bum shit, fuck a job shit
scoop me up, give me the pill, watch me run this
Dippin like I'm Reggie Bush, through your
Five on the wood make it all go
On where a nigga stood
I'm a (Layzie) (Krayzie) nigga, so I (Wish) you
Ride the 'Line motherfucker, try and stop mine, stick to crime
I'm from that West Coast sunshine, born to
I struggle in these hard times, who got a dime or a nickel
to help yo' nigga get up out of this pickle; you

[Layzie
They call him Da Bum cause he from the
Straight from the gutter, gettin his while you lookin for him
He wants some beef with thirty skinny niggaz up
I steamroll 'em like a 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 about perfect
I'm nigga, simple like Simon
boys shinin, test the skill
Look a nigga up and like, "Is you for real?"
Better or catch a reflex
Have a on the ground screamin, "Respect!"

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

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