Luyện nghe bài hát Burn (dedication 4)

Uh, hammer on the dresser, work on the
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 than PF
Man, we living in hell a deep breath
Real niggas with real money, real with fake asses
If she don't wanna fuck, I get on my skateboard and I pass her
Money on the table, guns on the
Bitch I'm on that syrup, tell 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 like
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, that is? Apple Jacks
Uh, pussy nigga murder you then dance at your funeral
Blood I'll have a drinking his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll call 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 when she hot, Krispy doughnuts
out to my new hoes, shout out to my old hoes
I'll still wear that ass out like a
Bitch, what they gon'
I'm still eating rappers on my 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 burn, let that Kush burn
Yeah I let that Kush
Smoking gasoline,
The booth on fire, I'm in here getting
Money, bitch we at the top like barbwire

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

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