Luyện nghe bài hát Tear The Roof Off

[Intro: C]
Let it (burn, haters, burn)
Uh, uh, let it burn (let fire 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, lame niggaz to bed
You catchin hot ones to your dome for the stupid shit you
The game goes wrong you're snitchin, to the Feds
"Kill all rats" - how Pistol Pete say it
The roof's on fire? Let the motherfucker
Mo Thug, ThugLine, Bone Thug, it's your
Slap these niggaz a pistol grip and lay 'em on the curb

Bone]
I keep niggaz charisma left blurry, bitches is at me leary
Feelin weary as we 'em, to the bottom of Lake Erie, hear me
One lyrical genius man, I I'm the meanest
See how they swing on my penis, how they sing and try to be us
Yeah, we them that like to fuck up the party
Already drunk off Bacardi and start with everybody-body
You wanna battle me nigga? You better check my fuckin status my nigga
You hoes ain't got lyrics to me nigga
Man I got styles, styles, and styles
to you get down, get down, get down
When you see black Caddy better respect (respect)
the Granddaddy 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, Keith
In the alley with Bum shit, fuck a job shit
Bone scoop me up, me the pill, watch me run this
Dippin like I'm Bush, through your neighborhood
on the wood make it all go good
On where 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 sunshine, born to rhyme
Still I in these hard times, who got a dime or a nickel
to yo' nigga get up out of this pickle; you see?

Bone]
They call him Da Bum cause he from the
Straight from the gutter, 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 niggaz up
And they home, it's not to find 'em
Put pistol to yo' head and leave you absent-minded
I'm a hustler grindin, all perfect timin
I'm complicated nigga, like Simon
Bone boys shinin, the skill
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 to get a hot one popped at ya
Froze from your head to toe the Rocky statue
Too to say that you ain't know that you was high-cappin
off at the lip - here's a tip bitch!
Backhands and combinations, don't miss
I don't discriminate, I eliminate; do you like did Saddam
Crush your 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)