Luyện nghe bài hát Burn (dedication 4)

Uh, on the dresser, work on the stove
I'm sitting on the counter purp out my nose
Red naked, in the bed flexin'
I say: "bitch I impressed, you must of got the wrong impression"
Uh, I with the BS, I'm flyer than PF
Man, we living in hell a deep breath
Real niggas with real money, real bitches fake asses
If she don't wanna fuck, I get on my skateboard and I pass her
Money on the table, on the table
Bitch I'm on syrup, tell that hoe: "let go my ego"
And my girlfriend is a choppa, I fuck that hoe
I am Tunechi, you had me at "hello"
Uh, drop top Maybach, clean like
Man I don't fuck none of you niggas like rednecks
We got work so come and get if we don't know you, you pay tax
I put a in your apple, what that is? Apple Jacks
Uh, pussy nigga I'll murder you dance at your funeral
Blood I'll have a drinking his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, call your bluff, pick the phone up
Her titties fake but they look real, cubic
Run up in your house, spare the and kill the grown ups
Your bitch me when she hot, Krispy Kreme doughnuts
Shout out to my new hoes, out to my old hoes
I'll still wear that ass out a wardrobe
Bitch, what they say?
I'm still eating rappers on my fucking break
Bad yellow bitch with a tongue a snake
I let her suck my dick and then I fuck her to Drake

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

Uh, money on my mind, I thinking 'bout no bitch
I'm talking 'bout that scratch like my motherfuckin' itch
Uh, stuntin', if you ballin' buy your bitch somethin'
Stayed on the same team like Tim
get real, if you scared go to catholic school
And if we want it, straight jack it like a 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 smoke your ass like
I be faded like bleach, double barrel,
I like my swisher obese, fuck that like police
Fuck these haters with no grease, you get checked, goatee
Money talks bitch and mine talks Robin Leach
That got me slow as Lisa Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, bank card heavy, my wallet like a
My girl got a fat cat, I call shit Garfield
We'll bring the O.K. to your doorbell
We pull triggers, not coattails, I lump sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', new money
TRUKFIT money, Mountain Dew money, 'em
I get better like wine, I'm fire 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 them fuck-niggas on that
Suck a nigga for some TRUKFIT

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