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 flyer PF
Man, we living in hell a deep breath
Real with 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 that syrup, tell that "let go my ego"
And my girlfriend is a choppa, I finger that hoe
I am Tunechi, you had me at "hello"
Uh, drop top Maybach, clean like
Man I don't fuck with none of you 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 I'll murder you then dance at your funeral
Blood I'll have a nigga drinking his own blood,
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll call your bluff, the phone up
Her fake but they look real, cubic zirconia's
Run up in your house, spare the kids and kill the ups
Your bitch me when she hot, Krispy Kreme doughnuts
Shout out to my new hoes, shout out to my old
I'll still wear ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, what they say?
I'm still eating on my fucking lunch break
Bad yellow bitch with a tongue like a
I let her my dick and then I fuck her to some Drake

And then I let Kush burn, let that Kush burn
Yeah I let Kush burn
gasoline, bitch
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 'bout no
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, straight jack it a padded room
Shoot your ass 100 times and over you
Lil so fly, I got arachnophobia
Burn bitch, AK in my firm
Leap if you feeling like Kermit,
Preach, reach and I'll smoke ass like Cheech
I be faded bleach, double barrel, Siamese
I my swisher obese, fuck that bitch like police
Fuck these with no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
talks bitch and mine talks like Robin Leach
That lean got me as Lisa Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, bank card heavy, my wallet a barbell
My got a fat cat, I call that shit Garfield
We'll the O.K. Corral to your doorbell
We pull triggers, not coattails, I make lump sums,
I'm stuntin', new money
TRUKFIT money, Mountain Dew money, 'em
I get better like wine, I'm fire like cayenne
In the words of my nigga BP, hit a bitch with a car bomb
BOOM!
bitch
Niggas gon' talk, they ain't talking shit
Niggas gon' bark, I go Mike
Fuck fuck-niggas on that fuck-shit
Suck a nigga dick for TRUKFIT

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