Luyện nghe bài hát Burn (dedication 4)

Uh, hammer on the dresser, on the stove
I'm sitting on the counter blowing purp out my
Red naked, in the bed flexin'
I say: "bitch I ain't impressed, you of got the wrong impression"
Uh, I ain't with the BS, I'm than PF
Man, we living in hell like a deep
Real niggas with real money, real with fake asses
If she don't wanna fuck, I get on my and I skate pass her
Money on the table, guns on the
Bitch I'm on that syrup, tell hoe: "let go my ego"
And my girlfriend is a choppa, I finger that hoe
I am Tunechi, you had me at "hello"
Uh, top Maybach, clean like Ajax
Man I fuck with none of you niggas like rednecks
We got that work so come and get if we don't you, you pay tax
I put a hole in apple, what that is? Apple Jacks
Uh, pussy nigga I'll murder you then dance at your
Blood I'll have a drinking his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, call your bluff, pick the phone up
Her titties fake but they look real, zirconia's
Run up in your house, spare the kids and kill the ups
bitch call me when she hot, Krispy Kreme doughnuts
Shout out to my new hoes, shout out to my old
I'll wear that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, what they say?
I'm still rappers on my fucking lunch break
Bad bitch with a tongue like a snake
I let her suck my dick and then I fuck her to Drake

And then I let that Kush burn, let that Kush
Yeah I let that burn
gasoline, bitch
The booth on fire, I'm in here getting
Young Money, we at the top like barbwire

Uh, money on my mind, I ain't 'bout no bitch
I'm talking 'bout scratch like my motherfuckin' throat itch
Uh, stuntin', if you ballin' buy your bitch somethin'
Stayed on the team like Tim Duncan
Shit get real, if you go to catholic school
And if we want it, straight jack it like a padded
Shoot ass 100 times and stand over you
Lil so fly, I got arachnophobia
bitch, AK in my firm grip
Leap if you feeling Kermit, sermons
Preach, reach and I'll smoke your ass Cheech
I be like bleach, double barrel, Siamese
I my swisher obese, fuck that bitch like police
Fuck these with no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
Money talks bitch and mine like Robin Leach
That lean got me as Lisa Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, bank card heavy, my wallet like a
My girl got a fat cat, I call that shit
We'll bring the O.K. to your doorbell
We pull triggers, not coattails, I lump sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', gettin' new
TRUKFIT money, Dew money, tell 'em
I get better like fine wine, I'm fire cayenne
In the words of my BP, I'll hit a bitch with a car bomb
BOOM!
bitch
Niggas gon' talk, ain't talking 'bout shit
Niggas gon' bark, I go Mike
Fuck fuck-niggas on that fuck-shit
a nigga dick for some TRUKFIT

And then I let that Kush burn, let that Kush
Yeah I let Kush burn
Smoking gasoline,
The booth on fire, I'm in getting higher
Holla at a if you want that Oscar Mayer