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 naked, in the bed flexin'
I "bitch I ain't impressed, you must of got the wrong impression"
Uh, I ain't with the BS, I'm flyer PF
Man, we living in like a deep breath
Real niggas with money, real bitches with fake asses
If she don't wanna fuck, I get on my skateboard and I skate her
on the table, guns on the table
Bitch I'm on that syrup, that hoe: "let go my ego"
And my girlfriend is a choppa, I finger that hoe
I am Tunechi, you had me at "hello"
Uh, top Maybach, clean like Ajax
Man I don't fuck with none of you like rednecks
We got that work so and get if we don't know you, you pay tax
I put a hole in apple, what that is? Apple Jacks
Uh, pussy I'll murder 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 they real, cubic zirconia's
Run up in your house, spare the and kill the grown ups
Your bitch call me when she hot, Kreme doughnuts
Shout out to my new hoes, shout out to my old
I'll wear that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, what they say?
I'm still eating on my fucking lunch break
Bad yellow bitch with a like a snake
I let her my dick and then I fuck her to some Drake

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

Uh, money on my mind, I ain't thinking 'bout no
I'm talking 'bout that scratch like my throat itch
Uh, stuntin', if you ballin' buy your bitch somethin'
on the same team like Tim Duncan
Shit get real, if you scared go to school
And if we want it, straight jack it a padded room
Shoot your ass 100 times and stand you
Lil so fly, I got arachnophobia
Burn bitch, AK in my grip
Leap if you like Kermit, sermons
Preach, reach and I'll your ass like Cheech
I be like bleach, double barrel, Siamese
I like my swisher obese, fuck that bitch like
Fuck these haters with no grease, you get chin checked,
Money talks bitch and mine like Robin Leach
That 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 shit
We'll bring the O.K. Corral to your
We pull triggers, not coattails, I lump sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', new money
TRUKFIT money, Dew money, tell 'em
I get like fine wine, I'm fire like cayenne
In the words of my BP, I'll hit a bitch with a car bomb
BOOM!
Lil'
Niggas gon' talk, they ain't talking 'bout
Niggas gon' bark, I go Mike
Fuck them on that fuck-shit
Suck a nigga for some TRUKFIT

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
Holla at a nigga if you want that Mayer