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 ones to your dome for the stupid shit you
The goes 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
these niggaz with a pistol grip and lay 'em on the curb

[Krayzie
I keep niggaz charisma blurry, bitches is lookin at me leary
weary as we sink 'em, to the bottom of Lake Erie, hear me
One genius man, I mean I'm the meanest
See how they on my penis, watch how they sing and try to be us
Yeah, we them niggaz like to fuck up the party
Already drunk off Bacardi and start shit with
You wanna battle me nigga? You better come 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 better respect (respect)
It's the Granddaddy of the

G]
What, what, G
They paid to say that snappy shit, nigga that nappy
Gone off a fifth, it's your boy, Keith
In the with that Bum shit, fuck a job shit
Bone scoop me up, give me the pill, watch me run
Dippin 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 that West Coast sunshine, to rhyme
Still I in these hard times, who got a dime or a nickel
to help yo' nigga get up out of pickle; you see?

Bone]
They call him Da Bum he from the slums
from the gutter, gettin his paper 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 stacked up
And they home, not hard to find 'em
Put that pistol to yo' and leave you absent-minded
I'm a grindin, all about perfect timin
I'm complicated nigga, simple Simon
Bone boys shinin, test the
Look a up and down like, "Is you for real?"
Better chill or a reflex
Have a nigga on the screamin, "Respect!"

C]
Nigga you bound to get a hot one at ya
Froze from head to toe like the Rocky statue
Too to say that you ain't know that you was high-cappin
Runnin off at the lip - a tip bitch!
Backhands and combinations, they don't
I don't discriminate, I eliminate; do you like did Saddam
Crush whole world, catastrophic like 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 burn (uh, uh)