Luyện nghe bài hát Burn (dedication 4)

Uh, hammer on the dresser, work on the
I'm sitting on the counter blowing 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 with the BS, I'm flyer PF
Man, we living in hell like a breath
Real niggas real money, real bitches with fake asses
If she don't fuck, I get on my skateboard and I skate pass her
Money on the table, guns on the
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 with none of you like rednecks
We got that work so come and get if we know you, you pay tax
I put a hole in your apple, what that is? Apple
Uh, pussy nigga I'll murder you then dance at funeral
I'll have a nigga drinking his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll call bluff, pick the phone up
Her titties fake but they look real, cubic
Run up in house, spare 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, what they gon'
I'm still rappers on my fucking lunch break
Bad yellow with a tongue like a snake
I let her suck my dick and then I her to some Drake

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

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

And I let that Kush 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 want that Mayer