Luyện nghe bài hát Burn (dedication 4)

Uh, hammer on the dresser, work on the
I'm sitting on the blowing purp out my nose
Red naked, in the bed flexin'
I say: "bitch I ain't impressed, you must of got the impression"
Uh, I ain't the BS, I'm flyer than PF
Man, we living in like a deep breath
Real with real money, real bitches with fake asses
If she don't wanna fuck, I get on my skateboard and I pass her
on the table, guns on the table
Bitch I'm on that syrup, tell that "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 none 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 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 Bone Thugs, I'll call your bluff, pick the up
Her fake but they look real, cubic zirconia's
Run up in your house, the kids and kill the grown ups
Your call me when she hot, Krispy Kreme doughnuts
out to my new hoes, shout out to my old hoes
I'll still wear ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, they gon' say?
I'm still 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 Kush burn, let that Kush
Yeah I let that burn
Smoking gasoline,
The booth on fire, I'm in here higher
Young Money, we at the top like barbwire

Uh, money on my mind, I ain't 'bout no bitch
I'm talking 'bout that like my motherfuckin' throat itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you ballin' buy your somethin'
Stayed on the same team like Tim
Shit get real, if you go to catholic school
And if we want it, jack it like a padded room
your ass 100 times 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 your ass Cheech
I be like bleach, double barrel, Siamese
I like my swisher obese, fuck that bitch like
Fuck these haters no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
Money talks bitch and mine talks Robin Leach
That lean got me as Lisa Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, card heavy, my wallet like a barbell
My girl got a fat cat, I call that shit
We'll bring the O.K. Corral to your
We pull triggers, not coattails, I make lump sums,
I'm stuntin', gettin' new
money, Mountain Dew money, tell 'em
I get better fine wine, I'm fire like cayenne
In the of my nigga BP, I'll hit a bitch with a car bomb
BOOM!
Lil'
Niggas gon' talk, they talking 'bout shit
Niggas gon' bark, I go Vick
Fuck fuck-niggas on that fuck-shit
Suck a nigga dick for some

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