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 bone naked, in the bed
I say: "bitch I ain't impressed, you must of got the impression"
Uh, I ain't with the BS, I'm flyer PF
Man, we living in like a deep breath
Real niggas real money, real bitches with fake asses
If she don't fuck, I get on my skateboard and I skate pass her
Money on the table, on the table
Bitch I'm on that syrup, tell that "let go my ego"
And my is a choppa, I finger fuck that hoe
I am Tunechi, you had me at "hello"
Uh, drop top Maybach, clean Ajax
Man I don't fuck with 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 I'll murder you then dance at your funeral
Blood I'll have a drinking his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll call bluff, pick the phone up
Her titties fake but they real, cubic zirconia's
Run up in your house, spare the and kill the grown ups
Your bitch call me when she hot, Krispy Kreme
out to my new hoes, shout out to my old hoes
I'll wear that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, what they say?
I'm eating rappers on my fucking lunch break
Bad yellow with a tongue like a snake
I let her suck my and then I fuck her to some Drake

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

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

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