Luyện nghe bài hát Burn (dedication 4)

Uh, on the dresser, work on the stove
I'm sitting on the counter blowing out my nose
Red bone naked, in the bed
I say: "bitch I ain't impressed, you must of got the impression"
Uh, I ain't with the BS, I'm flyer PF
Man, we living in like a deep breath
Real niggas with real money, real bitches with fake
If she don't wanna fuck, I get on my and I skate pass her
Money on the table, on the table
Bitch I'm on that syrup, tell that "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 murder you dance at your funeral
Blood I'll have a nigga drinking his own blood,
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll call your bluff, pick the up
Her titties fake but they real, cubic zirconia's
Run up in your house, spare the kids and the grown ups
Your bitch call me when she hot, Krispy doughnuts
Shout out to my new hoes, shout out to my old
I'll still that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, what gon' say?
I'm eating rappers on my fucking lunch break
Bad bitch with 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 that Kush
Smoking gasoline,
The booth on fire, I'm in here getting
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' throat
Uh, stop stuntin', if you ballin' buy bitch somethin'
Stayed on the same like Tim Duncan
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 Tunechi so fly, I got
bitch, AK in my firm grip
Leap if you feeling like Kermit,
Preach, reach and I'll smoke your ass Cheech
I be faded bleach, double barrel, Siamese
I like my swisher obese, fuck that bitch police
Fuck these haters no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
Money talks bitch and talks like Robin Leach
lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, bank card heavy, my wallet a barbell
My girl got a fat cat, I call that Garfield
We'll bring the O.K. Corral to doorbell
We pull triggers, not coattails, I make sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', gettin' new
TRUKFIT money, Mountain Dew money, 'em
I get like fine wine, I'm fire like cayenne
In the words of my nigga BP, I'll hit a bitch with a car
BOOM!
bitch
Niggas gon' talk, they ain't talking shit
Niggas gon' bark, I go Mike
Fuck them 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
Smoking gasoline,
The on fire, I'm in here getting higher
at a nigga if you want that Oscar Mayer