Luyện nghe bài hát Tear The Roof Off

[Intro: C]
Let it (burn, haters, burn)
Uh, uh, let it (let that fire 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 hot ones 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 Pete say it
The roof's on fire? Let the burn
Mo Thug, ThugLine, Bone Thug, it's turn
Slap these with a pistol grip and lay 'em on the curb

[Krayzie
I keep niggaz charisma left blurry, bitches is lookin at me
Feelin weary as we 'em, to the bottom of Lake Erie, hear me
One lyrical genius man, I mean I'm the
See how they swing on my penis, watch how they and try to be us
Yeah, we them that like to fuck up the party
Already drunk off Bacardi and start shit with
You wanna battle me nigga? You better come check my fuckin my nigga
You hoes ain't got to handle me nigga
Man I got styles, styles, and styles
to you get down, get down, get down
When you see that black Caddy better (respect)
It's the of the Midwest

G]
What, what, G
paid to say that snappy shit, nigga that nappy shit
Gone off a fifth, it's your boy, Griff'
In the alley with that Bum shit, fuck a job
Bone scoop me up, me the pill, watch me run this
Dippin like I'm Reggie Bush, through your
Five on the make it all go good
On stage a nigga stood
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, born to
Still I struggle in 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 cause he from the
Straight from the gutter, gettin his while you lookin for him
He wants some with thirty skinny niggaz strapped up
I steamroll 'em a Mack truck, man I'm leavin these niggaz stacked up
And they home, it's not hard to 'em
Put that to yo' head and leave you absent-minded
I'm a hustler grindin, all about perfect
I'm nigga, simple like Simon
Bone boys shinin, test the
Look a nigga up and 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 your head to toe like the statue
Too late to say that you know that you was high-cappin
Runnin off at the lip - a tip bitch!
Backhands and combinations, don't miss
I don't discriminate, I eliminate; do you Bush did Saddam
Crush your whole world, catastrophic 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)