Luyện nghe bài hát Burn (dedication 4)

Uh, hammer on the dresser, on the stove
I'm on the counter blowing purp out my nose
Red bone naked, in the bed
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 skateboard and I skate her
Money on the table, on the table
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, top Maybach, clean like Ajax
Man I don't fuck with of you niggas like rednecks
We got work so come 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
up like Bone Thugs, I'll call your bluff, pick the phone up
Her titties fake but they look real, cubic
Run up in your house, the kids and kill the grown ups
Your bitch call me when she hot, Kreme doughnuts
Shout out to my new hoes, shout out to my old
still wear that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, they gon' say?
I'm eating rappers on my fucking lunch break
Bad yellow bitch with a tongue like a
I let her my dick and then I fuck her to some Drake

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

Uh, money on my mind, I thinking 'bout no bitch
I'm talking 'bout that scratch like my throat itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you ballin' buy your somethin'
Stayed on the same team Tim Duncan
Shit get real, if you scared go to catholic
And if we it, straight jack it like a padded room
Shoot your ass 100 times and stand you
Lil so fly, I got arachnophobia
Burn bitch, AK in my grip
Leap if you like Kermit, sermons
Preach, reach and I'll your ass like Cheech
I be faded bleach, double barrel, Siamese
I like my swisher obese, fuck that bitch police
Fuck these haters with no grease, you get chin checked,
Money talks bitch and mine talks like Robin
lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, bank card heavy, my wallet a barbell
My girl got a fat cat, I that shit Garfield
We'll bring the O.K. Corral to your
We triggers, not coattails, I make lump sums, oatmeal
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!
Lil'
Niggas gon' talk, ain't talking 'bout shit
Niggas gon' bark, I go Mike
them fuck-niggas on that fuck-shit
Suck a nigga dick for TRUKFIT

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