Luyện nghe bài hát Burn (dedication 4)

Uh, on the dresser, work on the stove
I'm on the counter blowing purp out my nose
Red naked, in the bed flexin'
I "bitch I ain't impressed, you must of got the wrong impression"
Uh, I ain't with the BS, I'm flyer PF
Man, we living in hell a deep breath
Real niggas with real money, real bitches with asses
If she wanna fuck, I get on my skateboard and I skate pass her
Money on the table, on the table
Bitch I'm on that syrup, that hoe: "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 with none of you niggas like rednecks
We got that so come and get if we don't know you, you pay tax
I put a hole in your apple, what that is? Apple
Uh, pussy nigga murder you then dance at your funeral
I'll have a nigga drinking his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll your bluff, pick the phone up
Her titties fake but they look real, cubic
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 still that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, what they gon'
I'm still eating on my fucking lunch break
Bad yellow bitch with a like a snake
I let her suck my dick and I fuck her to some Drake

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

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