Luyện nghe bài hát Burn (dedication 4)

Uh, hammer on the dresser, on the stove
I'm sitting on the counter purp out my nose
Red naked, in the bed flexin'
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 with fake
If she wanna fuck, I get on my skateboard and I skate pass her
Money on the table, guns on the
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 Ajax
Man I fuck with none of you niggas like rednecks
We got that work so come and get if we don't you, you pay tax
I put a hole in your apple, what is? Apple Jacks
Uh, nigga I'll murder you then dance at your funeral
Blood I'll a nigga drinking his own blood, communion
Wake up Bone Thugs, I'll call your bluff, pick the phone up
Her titties fake but look real, cubic zirconia's
Run up in your house, spare the kids and 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, they gon' say?
I'm still rappers on my fucking lunch break
Bad yellow with a tongue like a snake
I let her suck my and then I fuck her to some Drake

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

Uh, on my mind, I ain't thinking 'bout no bitch
I'm talking 'bout that scratch like my motherfuckin' itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you ballin' buy bitch somethin'
Stayed on the same team like Tim
Shit get real, if you scared go to catholic
And if we want it, jack it like a padded room
your ass 100 times and stand over you
Lil so fly, I got arachnophobia
Burn bitch, AK in my firm
Leap if you feeling like Kermit,
Preach, and I'll smoke your ass like Cheech
I be faded like bleach, barrel, Siamese
I like my swisher obese, fuck bitch like police
these haters with no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
Money talks bitch and mine talks like Leach
lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, bank card heavy, my wallet a barbell
My girl got a fat cat, I that shit Garfield
We'll the O.K. Corral to your doorbell
We triggers, not coattails, I make lump sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', new money
money, Mountain Dew money, tell 'em
I get like fine wine, I'm fire like cayenne
In the of my nigga BP, I'll hit a bitch with a car bomb
BOOM!
bitch
Niggas gon' talk, they ain't 'bout shit
Niggas bark, I go Mike Vick
Fuck them on that fuck-shit
Suck a dick for some TRUKFIT

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