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 flyer PF
Man, we living in hell like a breath
Real niggas with real money, bitches 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 syrup, tell that hoe: "let go my ego"
And my girlfriend is a choppa, I finger that hoe
I am Tunechi, you had me at "hello"
Uh, drop top Maybach, clean like
Man I don't fuck with none of you like rednecks
We got that work so and get if we don't know you, you pay tax
I put a hole in your apple, what is? Apple Jacks
Uh, nigga I'll murder you then dance at your funeral
Blood I'll have a drinking his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, call your bluff, pick the phone up
Her fake but they look real, cubic zirconia's
Run up in your house, spare the kids and kill the ups
Your bitch call me she hot, Krispy Kreme doughnuts
out to my new hoes, shout out to my old hoes
I'll still wear that ass out like a
Bitch, they gon' say?
I'm eating rappers on my fucking lunch break
Bad yellow bitch a tongue like a snake
I let her suck my and then I fuck her to some Drake

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

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

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