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 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 than PF
Man, we in hell like a deep breath
Real niggas with money, real bitches with 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 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 with none of you niggas like
We got that work so come and get if we know you, you pay tax
I put a hole in apple, what that is? Apple Jacks
Uh, pussy nigga I'll murder you then at your funeral
I'll have a nigga drinking his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll your bluff, pick the phone up
Her fake but they look real, cubic zirconia's
Run up in your house, the kids and kill the grown ups
bitch call me when she hot, Krispy Kreme doughnuts
Shout out to my new hoes, out to my old hoes
I'll still that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, what gon' say?
I'm still eating on my fucking lunch break
Bad yellow bitch with a tongue like a
I let her suck my dick and then I fuck her to some

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

Uh, money on my mind, I ain't 'bout no bitch
I'm talking 'bout that scratch like my throat itch
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 padded
Shoot ass 100 times and stand over you
Lil so fly, I got arachnophobia
bitch, AK in my firm grip
Leap if you feeling like Kermit,
Preach, reach and I'll smoke ass like Cheech
I be faded like bleach, barrel, Siamese
I like my swisher obese, that bitch like police
Fuck these haters with no grease, you get chin checked,
Money talks bitch and mine talks like Robin
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 Garfield
We'll the O.K. Corral to your doorbell
We pull triggers, not coattails, I lump sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', new money
money, Mountain Dew money, tell 'em
I get better fine wine, I'm fire like cayenne
In the words of my nigga BP, I'll hit a with a car bomb
BOOM!
Lil'
Niggas talk, they ain't talking 'bout shit
Niggas bark, I go Mike Vick
Fuck them fuck-niggas on fuck-shit
Suck a nigga dick for some

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