Luyện nghe bài hát Burn (dedication 4)

Uh, hammer on the dresser, on the stove
I'm sitting on the counter purp out my nose
Red naked, in the bed flexin'
I say: "bitch I ain't impressed, you of got the wrong impression"
Uh, I ain't with the BS, I'm flyer PF
Man, we living in like a deep breath
niggas with real money, real bitches with fake asses
If she don't wanna fuck, I get on my and I skate pass her
Money on the table, on the table
Bitch I'm on that syrup, tell hoe: "let go my ego"
And my girlfriend is a choppa, I finger fuck hoe
I am Tunechi, you had me at "hello"
Uh, top Maybach, clean like Ajax
Man I don't with none of you niggas like rednecks
We got that work so come and get if we don't you, you pay tax
I put a in your apple, what that is? Apple Jacks
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 your bluff, 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 she hot, Krispy Kreme doughnuts
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 tongue 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 on fire, I'm in here getting higher
Young Money, bitch we at the top like

Uh, on my mind, I ain't thinking 'bout no bitch
I'm talking 'bout that scratch my motherfuckin' throat itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you ballin' buy bitch somethin'
Stayed on the team like Tim Duncan
Shit get real, if you scared go to school
And if we want it, jack it like a padded room
Shoot your ass 100 times and 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 your ass like Cheech
I be faded like bleach, double barrel,
I like my obese, fuck that bitch like police
Fuck these haters with no grease, you get chin checked,
talks bitch and mine talks like Robin Leach
That lean got me slow as 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. Corral to your
We pull triggers, not coattails, I lump sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', gettin' new
money, Mountain Dew money, tell 'em
I get better like wine, I'm fire like cayenne
In the words of my nigga BP, I'll hit a bitch with a car
BOOM!
bitch
Niggas gon' talk, they ain't 'bout shit
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
I let that Kush burn
Smoking gasoline,
The on fire, I'm in here getting higher
at a nigga if you want that Oscar Mayer