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 bitch, puttin lame niggaz to bed
You catchin hot ones to your 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 on fire? Let the motherfucker burn
Mo Thug, ThugLine, Bone Thug, it's your
these niggaz with a pistol grip and lay 'em on the curb

[Krayzie
I keep charisma left blurry, bitches is lookin at me leary
Feelin weary as we sink 'em, to the bottom of Lake Erie, 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 nigga? You better come check my fuckin status my
You hoes got lyrics to handle me nigga
Man I got styles, styles, and many
to make you get down, get down, get
you see that black Caddy better respect (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 boy, Keith Griff'
In the with that Bum shit, fuck a job shit
Bone me up, give me the pill, watch me run this
Dippin I'm Reggie Bush, through your neighborhood
on the wood make it all go good
On stage where a nigga
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
Still I in these hard times, who got a dime or a nickel
to help yo' nigga get up out of this pickle; you

Bone]
They call him Da Bum he from the slums
Straight from the gutter, gettin his paper you lookin for him
He wants some beef with thirty niggaz strapped up
I steamroll 'em like a Mack truck, man I'm leavin these niggaz up
And they home, it's not hard to 'em
Put that to yo' head and leave you absent-minded
I'm a grindin, all about perfect timin
I'm complicated nigga, like Simon
boys shinin, test the skill
Look a nigga up and like, "Is you for real?"
Better or catch a reflex
Have a nigga on the screamin, "Respect!"

C]
Nigga you bound to get a hot one at ya
Froze your head to toe like the Rocky statue
Too late to say that you ain't that you was high-cappin
Runnin off at the lip - a tip bitch!
Backhands and combinations, they don't
I discriminate, I eliminate; do you like Bush did Saddam
Crush your whole world, like a bomb
how the roof got tore off this motherfucker man

[Outro: C]
Burn, haters, (uh, uh.. let it burn)
Let fire burn (uhh, uhh.. let it burn)
Burn, haters, (uhh, uhh)
Let fire burn (uh, uh)