Luyện nghe bài hát Burn (dedication 4)

Uh, hammer on the dresser, on the stove
I'm sitting on the counter blowing 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 the BS, I'm flyer than PF
Man, we living in hell a deep breath
Real with real money, real bitches with fake asses
If she wanna fuck, I get on my skateboard and I skate pass her
Money on the table, guns on the
Bitch I'm on that syrup, 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, top Maybach, clean like Ajax
Man I don't fuck with none of you niggas rednecks
We got that work so come and get if we don't 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 your
Blood I'll a nigga drinking his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll call 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 call me when she hot, Krispy Kreme doughnuts
out to my new hoes, shout out to my old hoes
I'll wear that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, what they say?
I'm still eating on my fucking lunch break
Bad bitch 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 burn
Smoking gasoline,
The on fire, I'm in here getting 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 scratch like my motherfuckin' itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you ballin' buy your somethin'
Stayed on the same like Tim Duncan
Shit get real, if you scared go to catholic
And if we it, straight jack it like a padded room
Shoot your ass 100 times and stand you
Lil Tunechi so fly, I got
bitch, AK in my firm grip
Leap if you like Kermit, sermons
Preach, and I'll smoke your ass like Cheech
I be faded bleach, double barrel, Siamese
I like my swisher obese, fuck bitch like police
Fuck haters with no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
Money talks bitch and mine talks like Robin
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 that Garfield
bring the O.K. Corral to your doorbell
We pull triggers, not coattails, I make sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', gettin' new
TRUKFIT money, Mountain Dew money, 'em
I get better like 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 ain't talking 'bout
Niggas gon' bark, I go Mike
Fuck them on that fuck-shit
Suck a nigga dick for 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 that Oscar Mayer