Luyện nghe bài hát Burn (dedication 4)

Uh, on the dresser, work on the stove
I'm sitting on the blowing purp out my nose
Red bone naked, in the bed
I say: "bitch I ain't impressed, you of got the wrong impression"
Uh, I with 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 pass her
Money on the table, on the table
Bitch I'm on that syrup, tell hoe: "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 niggas like
We got work so come and get if we don't know you, you pay tax
I put a in your apple, what that is? Apple Jacks
Uh, pussy nigga I'll murder you then dance at funeral
Blood have a nigga drinking his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, call your bluff, pick the phone up
Her titties but they look real, cubic zirconia's
Run up in your house, the kids and kill the grown ups
Your bitch call me she hot, Krispy Kreme doughnuts
Shout out to my new hoes, shout out to my old
I'll still that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, what they gon'
I'm still eating rappers on my fucking break
Bad yellow bitch with a tongue a snake
I let her suck my dick and then I her to some Drake

And then I let that Kush burn, let that Kush
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 my motherfuckin' throat itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you buy your bitch somethin'
Stayed on the team like Tim Duncan
Shit get real, if you scared go to catholic
And if we want it, straight jack it like a padded
Shoot ass 100 times and stand over you
Lil Tunechi so fly, I got
bitch, AK in my firm grip
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
Fuck these haters no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
Money talks bitch and mine talks like Robin
That got me slow as Lisa Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, bank heavy, my wallet like a barbell
My girl got a fat cat, I 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, I'll hit a bitch with a car
BOOM!
Lil'
Niggas gon' talk, they ain't talking 'bout
Niggas gon' bark, I go Vick
Fuck them on that fuck-shit
a nigga dick for some TRUKFIT

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