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 shit you said
The game goes when you're snitchin, to the Feds
"Kill all rats" - that's how Pistol say it
The roof's on fire? Let the burn
Mo Thug, ThugLine, Bone Thug, your turn
Slap these niggaz with a pistol and lay 'em on the curb

Bone]
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 man, I mean I'm the meanest
See how they swing on my penis, watch how they and try to be us
Yeah, we them niggaz like to fuck up the party
drunk off Bacardi and start shit with everybody-body
You wanna battle me nigga? You better come check my fuckin my nigga
You hoes got lyrics to handle me nigga
Man I got styles, styles, and many
to you get down, get down, get down
When you see black Caddy better respect (respect)
It's the Granddaddy of the

G]
What, what, G
They paid to say that snappy shit, that nappy shit
Gone off a fifth, your boy, Keith Griff'
In the with that Bum shit, fuck a job shit
Bone scoop me up, give me the pill, watch me run
like I'm Reggie Bush, through your neighborhood
Five on the wood it all go good
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 that West Coast sunshine, to rhyme
Still I struggle in these hard times, who got a or a nickel
to help yo' nigga get up out of this you see?

[Layzie
They call him Da Bum cause he from the
Straight from the gutter, gettin his paper while you for him
He wants some beef with thirty skinny strapped up
I 'em like a Mack truck, man I'm leavin these niggaz stacked up
And they home, it's not hard to '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 boys shinin, test the
a nigga up and down like, "Is you for real?"
Better or catch a reflex
Have a nigga on the screamin, "Respect!"

C]
Nigga you to get a hot one popped at ya
Froze from your head to toe like the statue
Too late to say you ain't know that you was high-cappin
off at the lip - here's a tip bitch!
Backhands and combinations, they miss
I discriminate, I eliminate; do you like Bush did Saddam
Crush 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 burn (uh, uh)