Luyện nghe bài hát Burn (dedication 4)

Uh, hammer on the dresser, on the stove
I'm on the counter blowing purp out my nose
Red bone naked, in the bed
I say: "bitch I impressed, you must of got the wrong impression"
Uh, I ain't with the BS, I'm flyer PF
Man, we living in hell like a breath
Real niggas with real money, real bitches with fake
If she don't wanna fuck, I get on my skateboard and I pass her
Money on the table, guns on the
I'm on that syrup, tell that hoe: "let go my ego"
And my girlfriend is a choppa, I 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 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, pussy nigga I'll you then dance at your funeral
Blood I'll have a nigga drinking his own blood,
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll your bluff, pick the phone up
Her titties fake but they look real, cubic
Run up in your house, spare the kids and the grown ups
Your bitch me when she hot, Krispy 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 gon'
I'm still eating rappers on my fucking lunch
Bad yellow bitch with a 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 Kush
gasoline, bitch
The on fire, I'm in here getting higher
Young Money, bitch we at the top like

Uh, money on my mind, I ain't thinking 'bout no
I'm talking 'bout that scratch like my throat itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you buy your bitch somethin'
Stayed on the same like Tim Duncan
get real, if you scared go to catholic school
And if we want it, jack it like a padded room
Shoot ass 100 times and stand over you
Lil so fly, I got arachnophobia
Burn bitch, AK in my grip
if you feeling like Kermit, sermons
Preach, and I'll smoke your 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
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 doorbell
We triggers, not coattails, I make lump sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', new money
TRUKFIT money, Mountain Dew money, 'em
I get better like fine wine, I'm fire cayenne
In the words of my BP, I'll hit a bitch with a car bomb
BOOM!
bitch
Niggas gon' talk, they ain't 'bout shit
Niggas gon' bark, I go Vick
them fuck-niggas on that fuck-shit
Suck a nigga dick for 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 higher
Holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar