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 bone naked, in the bed
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 don't wanna fuck, I get on my and I skate pass her
Money on the table, on the table
I'm on that syrup, tell that hoe: "let go my ego"
And my girlfriend is a choppa, I fuck that hoe
I am Tunechi, you had me at "hello"
Uh, drop top Maybach, clean like
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 nigga I'll murder you then dance at funeral
Blood I'll have a nigga drinking his own blood,
Wake up like Thugs, I'll call your bluff, pick the phone up
Her titties fake but look real, cubic zirconia's
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, out to my old hoes
I'll still that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, what they say?
I'm still 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 that burn
Yeah I let that Kush
gasoline, bitch
The booth on fire, I'm in here higher
Young Money, bitch we at the top barbwire

Uh, on my mind, I ain't thinking 'bout no bitch
I'm talking 'bout scratch like my motherfuckin' throat itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you ballin' buy your bitch
Stayed on the same team like Tim
Shit get real, if you scared go to catholic
And if we want it, straight jack it a padded room
Shoot your ass 100 and stand 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, double barrel,
I like my swisher obese, that bitch like police
Fuck these haters no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
Money talks bitch and mine talks like Leach
That lean got me as Lisa Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, bank card heavy, my wallet a barbell
My girl got a fat cat, I call shit Garfield
We'll bring the O.K. Corral to your
We pull triggers, not coattails, I make lump sums,
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 fuck-niggas on that fuck-shit
Suck a nigga dick for TRUKFIT

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