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 bitch, puttin lame niggaz to bed
You catchin hot ones to your dome for the shit you said
The game goes wrong when snitchin, to the Feds
"Kill all rats" - that's how Pete say it
The roof's on fire? Let the burn
Mo Thug, ThugLine, Bone Thug, it's turn
Slap these niggaz with a pistol grip and lay 'em on the

Bone]
I keep 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 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 up the party
Already drunk off Bacardi and start shit everybody-body
You wanna battle me You better come check my fuckin status my nigga
You ain't got lyrics to handle me nigga
Man I got styles, styles, and many
to make you get down, get down, get
When you see that Caddy better respect (respect)
It's the of the Midwest

G]
What, what, G
They paid to say that snappy shit, nigga that shit
Gone off a fifth, it's your boy, Keith
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 Bush, through 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
Ride the motherfucker, try and stop mine, stick to your crime
I'm that West Coast sunshine, born to rhyme
I struggle in these hard 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 he from the slums
Straight from the gutter, gettin his while you lookin for him
He wants some beef with thirty skinny strapped up
I steamroll 'em like a Mack truck, man I'm leavin these niggaz up
And home, it's not hard to find 'em
Put that pistol to yo' head and leave you
I'm a hustler grindin, all perfect timin
I'm complicated nigga, simple like
Bone boys shinin, test the
Look a nigga up and like, "Is you for real?"
Better chill or catch a
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 Rocky
Too late to say that you ain't know that you was
Runnin off at the lip - a tip bitch!
Backhands and combinations, they miss
I discriminate, I eliminate; do you like Bush did Saddam
your whole world, catastrophic like a bomb
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 fire (uh, uh)