Luyện nghe bài hát Burn (dedication 4)

Uh, hammer on the dresser, work on the
I'm sitting on the counter purp out my nose
Red naked, in the bed flexin'
I say: "bitch I ain't impressed, you of got the wrong impression"
Uh, I ain't with the BS, I'm than PF
Man, we living in like a deep 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 finger fuck 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 come and get if we know you, you pay tax
I put a in your apple, what that is? Apple Jacks
Uh, pussy nigga I'll you then dance at your funeral
Blood have a nigga drinking his own blood, communion
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 kids and the grown ups
Your bitch call me she hot, Krispy Kreme doughnuts
Shout out to my new hoes, shout out to my old
I'll still that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, they gon' 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 her to some Drake

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

Uh, money on my mind, I thinking 'bout no bitch
I'm talking 'bout scratch like my motherfuckin' throat itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you ballin' buy your bitch
on the same team like Tim Duncan
Shit get real, if you scared go to school
And if we want it, straight jack it like a padded
Shoot your ass 100 and stand over you
Lil so fly, I got arachnophobia
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 that bitch police
Fuck these haters with no grease, you get checked, goatee
Money talks bitch and mine talks Robin Leach
That lean got me slow as Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, card heavy, my wallet like a barbell
My got a fat cat, I call that shit Garfield
We'll bring the O.K. 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 better like wine, I'm fire like cayenne
In the words of my nigga BP, I'll hit a with a car bomb
BOOM!
Lil'
Niggas gon' talk, they talking 'bout shit
Niggas gon' bark, I go Mike
Fuck fuck-niggas on that fuck-shit
Suck a dick for some TRUKFIT

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