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 say: "bitch I ain't impressed, you must of got the 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 bitches with 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 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 that work so come and get if we know you, you pay tax
I put a hole in your apple, that is? Apple Jacks
Uh, pussy nigga I'll murder you then at your funeral
Blood I'll have a nigga his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll your bluff, pick the phone up
Her fake but they look real, cubic zirconia's
Run up in house, spare the kids and kill the grown ups
bitch call 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 like a
Bitch, they gon' say?
I'm still eating on my fucking lunch break
Bad yellow bitch a tongue like a snake
I let her suck my dick and then I fuck her to some

And then I let Kush burn, let that Kush burn
Yeah I let Kush burn
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 like my motherfuckin' throat
Uh, stuntin', if you ballin' buy your bitch somethin'
Stayed on the same like Tim Duncan
Shit get real, if you scared go to school
And if we want it, straight jack it like a room
Shoot your ass 100 times and stand you
Lil so fly, I got arachnophobia
Burn bitch, AK in my grip
if you feeling like Kermit, sermons
Preach, reach and I'll smoke your ass Cheech
I be faded bleach, double barrel, Siamese
I like my swisher obese, that bitch like police
Fuck these haters no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
Money talks bitch and talks like Robin Leach
That lean got me as Lisa Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, bank card heavy, my like a barbell
My got a fat cat, I call that shit Garfield
We'll the O.K. Corral to your doorbell
We pull triggers, not coattails, I make sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', gettin' new
money, Mountain Dew money, tell 'em
I get like fine wine, I'm fire like cayenne
In the words of my BP, I'll hit a bitch with a car bomb
BOOM!
Lil'
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 Kush burn
gasoline, bitch
The booth on fire, I'm in here getting
Holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar