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 naked, in the bed flexin'
I "bitch I ain't impressed, you must of got the wrong impression"
Uh, I ain't the BS, I'm flyer than PF
Man, we living in hell like a breath
Real niggas with real money, real with fake asses
If she wanna fuck, I get on my skateboard and I skate pass her
Money on the table, guns on the
I'm on that 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 Ajax
Man I fuck with none of you niggas 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 is? Apple Jacks
Uh, pussy nigga murder you then dance at your funeral
Blood 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 they look real, cubic
Run up in your house, spare the kids and kill the ups
Your bitch me when she hot, Krispy Kreme doughnuts
Shout out to my new hoes, out to my old hoes
still wear that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, what they gon'
I'm still eating rappers on my fucking break
Bad bitch with a tongue like a snake
I let her suck my and then I fuck her to some Drake

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

Uh, money on my mind, I ain't thinking 'bout no
I'm 'bout that scratch like my motherfuckin' throat itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you buy your bitch somethin'
Stayed on the same like Tim Duncan
Shit get real, if you go to catholic school
And if we want it, straight it like a padded room
Shoot 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 your ass like Cheech
I be faded like bleach, double barrel,
I like my swisher obese, fuck that bitch police
Fuck these haters with no grease, you get chin checked,
Money talks bitch and mine talks Robin Leach
That got me slow as Lisa Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, bank card heavy, my like a barbell
My girl got a fat cat, I that shit Garfield
We'll bring the O.K. to your doorbell
We pull triggers, not coattails, I make lump sums,
I'm stuntin', gettin' new
TRUKFIT money, Mountain Dew money, 'em
I get better fine 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
Niggas gon' bark, I go Mike
them fuck-niggas on that fuck-shit
Suck a nigga dick for some

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