Luyện nghe bài hát Burn (dedication 4)

Uh, hammer on the dresser, work on the
I'm sitting on the counter blowing purp out my
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 in hell like a deep 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 syrup, tell that 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, like Ajax
Man I don't fuck with 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 I'll murder you then dance at funeral
Blood have a nigga drinking his own blood, communion
Wake up Bone Thugs, I'll call your bluff, pick the phone up
Her titties but they look real, cubic zirconia's
Run up in your house, spare the and kill the grown ups
Your bitch call me when she hot, Krispy doughnuts
Shout out to my new hoes, out to my old hoes
I'll still wear that ass out like a
Bitch, what they say?
I'm still eating rappers on my fucking break
Bad yellow bitch with a tongue like a
I let her suck my dick and then I her to some Drake

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

Uh, money on my mind, I thinking 'bout no bitch
I'm talking 'bout that like my motherfuckin' throat itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you ballin' buy your bitch
Stayed on the same like 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 so fly, I got arachnophobia
bitch, AK in my firm grip
Leap if you feeling like Kermit,
Preach, reach and I'll your ass like Cheech
I be like bleach, double barrel, Siamese
I like my obese, fuck that bitch like police
Fuck these with no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
Money talks bitch and talks like Robin Leach
That got me slow as Lisa Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, card heavy, my wallet like 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!
Lil'
Niggas gon' talk, ain't talking 'bout shit
gon' bark, I go Mike Vick
Fuck them fuck-niggas on fuck-shit
a nigga dick for some TRUKFIT

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