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 of got the wrong 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 skate her
on the table, guns on the table
Bitch I'm on syrup, tell that hoe: "let go my ego"
And my is a choppa, I finger fuck 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 niggas like
We got that work so come and get if we know you, you pay tax
I put a hole in your apple, what that is? Jacks
Uh, pussy I'll murder you then dance at your funeral
I'll have a nigga drinking his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll call bluff, pick the phone up
Her fake but they look 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
still wear that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, what they say?
I'm eating rappers on my fucking lunch break
Bad yellow bitch a tongue like a snake
I let her suck my dick and then I fuck her to Drake

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

Uh, on my mind, I ain't thinking 'bout no bitch
I'm talking 'bout scratch like my motherfuckin' throat itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you ballin' buy bitch somethin'
Stayed on the team like Tim Duncan
Shit get real, if you scared go to school
And if we it, straight jack it like a padded room
Shoot your ass 100 and stand over you
Lil so fly, I got arachnophobia
Burn bitch, AK in my firm
Leap if you feeling 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 like police
Fuck these haters no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
talks bitch and mine talks 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
bring the O.K. Corral to your doorbell
We triggers, not coattails, I make lump sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', new money
TRUKFIT money, Dew money, tell 'em
I get better like wine, I'm fire like cayenne
In the words of my nigga BP, I'll hit a bitch a car bomb
BOOM!
Lil'
gon' talk, they ain't talking 'bout shit
Niggas gon' bark, I go 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 that burn
gasoline, bitch
The booth on fire, I'm in getting higher
Holla at a nigga if you want that Mayer