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 naked, in the bed flexin'
I say: "bitch I impressed, you must of got the wrong impression"
Uh, I ain't with the BS, I'm flyer PF
Man, we living in hell like a deep
Real niggas with real money, real bitches with fake
If she don't fuck, I get on my skateboard and I skate pass her
on the table, guns 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, like Ajax
Man I don't fuck none of you niggas like rednecks
We got that work so 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 then at your funeral
Blood I'll have a nigga drinking his own blood,
Wake up Bone Thugs, I'll call your bluff, pick the phone up
Her titties fake but 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
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 rappers on my fucking lunch
Bad bitch with a tongue like a snake
I let her suck my and then I fuck her to some Drake

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

Uh, on my mind, I ain't thinking '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 team like Tim Duncan
Shit get real, if you scared go to school
And if we want it, straight jack it like a room
Shoot ass 100 times and stand over you
Lil so fly, I got arachnophobia
bitch, AK in my firm grip
Leap if you like Kermit, sermons
Preach, reach and I'll your ass like Cheech
I be faded like bleach, barrel, Siamese
I like my swisher obese, fuck bitch like police
Fuck haters with no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
talks bitch and mine 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 that shit
We'll bring the O.K. to your doorbell
We triggers, not coattails, I make lump sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', new money
money, Mountain Dew money, tell 'em
I get better like fine wine, I'm fire cayenne
In the words of my nigga BP, hit a bitch with a car bomb
BOOM!
Lil'
Niggas gon' talk, ain't talking 'bout shit
gon' bark, I go Mike Vick
Fuck them on that fuck-shit
Suck a nigga for some TRUKFIT

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