Luyện nghe bài hát Burn (dedication 4)

Uh, on the dresser, work on the stove
I'm sitting on the counter purp out my nose
Red naked, in the bed flexin'
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 real money, real bitches with fake asses
If she don't wanna fuck, I get on my skateboard and I pass her
Money on the table, on the table
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, clean like
Man I fuck with 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 hole in your apple, what that is? Jacks
Uh, pussy nigga I'll murder you then dance at funeral
Blood I'll have a drinking his own blood, communion
up like Bone Thugs, I'll call 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
Your call me when she hot, Krispy Kreme doughnuts
out to my new hoes, shout out to my old hoes
I'll still wear that ass out a wardrobe
Bitch, what gon' say?
I'm eating rappers on my fucking lunch break
Bad yellow with a tongue like a snake
I let her my dick and then I fuck her to some Drake

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

Uh, money on my mind, I ain't thinking 'bout no
I'm talking 'bout that scratch like my motherfuckin' throat
Uh, stop stuntin', if you ballin' buy your 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
your ass 100 times and stand 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 ass like Cheech
I be like bleach, double barrel, Siamese
I like my swisher obese, that bitch like police
Fuck haters with no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
Money talks bitch and mine talks Robin Leach
lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, bank card heavy, my wallet like a
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 sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', new money
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 a car bomb
BOOM!
bitch
Niggas gon' talk, ain't talking 'bout shit
gon' bark, I go Mike Vick
Fuck them fuck-niggas on fuck-shit
Suck a nigga dick for some

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