Luyện nghe bài hát Burn (dedication 4)

Uh, hammer on the dresser, work on the
I'm sitting on the counter blowing out my nose
Red bone naked, in the bed
I "bitch I ain't impressed, you must of got the wrong impression"
Uh, I with the BS, I'm flyer than PF
Man, we living in like a deep breath
Real niggas with real money, real bitches fake asses
If she wanna fuck, I get on my skateboard 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 is a choppa, I finger fuck that hoe
I am Tunechi, you had me at "hello"
Uh, drop top Maybach, like Ajax
Man I don't with 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 I'll a nigga drinking his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll call your bluff, pick the up
Her titties but they 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
out to my new hoes, shout out to my old hoes
I'll still wear that ass out like a
Bitch, they gon' say?
I'm still eating rappers on my lunch break
Bad yellow bitch with a tongue a snake
I let her suck my dick and then I fuck her to 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 barbwire

Uh, money on my mind, I ain't thinking no bitch
I'm talking 'bout scratch like my motherfuckin' throat itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you ballin' buy bitch somethin'
on the same team like Tim Duncan
Shit get real, if you go to catholic school
And if we want it, straight jack it like a padded
Shoot your ass 100 and stand over you
Lil Tunechi so fly, I got
bitch, AK in my firm grip
Leap if you feeling Kermit, sermons
Preach, and I'll smoke your ass like Cheech
I be faded like bleach, double barrel,
I my swisher obese, fuck that bitch like police
Fuck these haters no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
talks bitch and mine talks like Robin Leach
That lean got me slow as Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, bank card heavy, my wallet like a
My girl got a fat cat, I call that shit
We'll the O.K. Corral to your doorbell
We triggers, not coattails, I make lump sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', gettin' new
TRUKFIT money, Dew money, tell 'em
I get better like fine wine, I'm 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 'bout
Niggas gon' bark, I go Vick
Fuck them on that fuck-shit
Suck a nigga dick for some

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