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

Bone]
I keep niggaz charisma blurry, bitches is lookin at me leary
Feelin weary as we sink 'em, to the of Lake Erie, hear me
One lyrical genius man, I mean I'm the
See how they swing on my penis, how they sing and try to be us
Yeah, we them niggaz that to fuck up the party
Already drunk off Bacardi and start shit everybody-body
You wanna battle me nigga? You better come my fuckin status my nigga
You hoes 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 better respect (respect)
It's the of the Midwest

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

[Layzie
They call him Da Bum he from the slums
Straight from the gutter, gettin his paper while you for him
He wants some beef with thirty niggaz strapped up
I steamroll 'em like a Mack truck, man I'm these niggaz stacked up
And they home, it's not hard to 'em
Put that pistol to yo' and leave you absent-minded
I'm a grindin, all about perfect timin
I'm nigga, simple like Simon
Bone boys shinin, test the
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 head to toe like the Rocky statue
Too late to say that you ain't know that you was
off at the lip - here's a tip bitch!
Backhands and combinations, they don't
I discriminate, I eliminate; do you like Bush did Saddam
Crush your whole world, catastrophic a bomb
how the roof got tore off this motherfucker man

[Outro: 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)