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 "bitch I ain't impressed, you must of got the wrong impression"
Uh, I ain't with the BS, I'm than PF
Man, we living in hell like a deep
Real niggas with real money, real bitches with fake
If she wanna fuck, I get on my skateboard and I skate pass 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 fuck 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 and get if we don't know you, you pay tax
I put a hole in your apple, what that is? Apple
Uh, pussy nigga murder you then dance at your funeral
Blood have a nigga drinking his own blood, communion
Wake up like Thugs, I'll 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 call me when she hot, Krispy Kreme doughnuts
Shout out to my new hoes, out to my old hoes
I'll still wear ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, they gon' say?
I'm eating rappers on my fucking lunch break
Bad yellow bitch with a tongue like a
I let her suck my dick and I fuck her to some Drake

And then I let that Kush burn, let Kush burn
Yeah I let that Kush
Smoking gasoline,
The booth on fire, I'm in 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, stuntin', if you ballin' buy your bitch somethin'
Stayed on the same team Tim Duncan
Shit get real, if you scared go to school
And if we it, straight jack it like a padded room
Shoot ass 100 times and stand over you
Lil Tunechi so fly, I got
Burn bitch, AK in my firm
if you feeling like Kermit, sermons
Preach, and I'll smoke your ass like Cheech
I be faded like bleach, barrel, Siamese
I like my swisher obese, fuck that like police
these haters with no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
Money talks bitch and mine like Robin Leach
That lean got me as Lisa Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, bank card heavy, my like a barbell
My girl got a fat cat, I call that shit
We'll bring the O.K. Corral to your
We pull triggers, not coattails, I lump sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', gettin' new
TRUKFIT money, Dew money, tell 'em
I get better like fine wine, I'm like cayenne
In the words of my nigga BP, I'll hit a with a car bomb
BOOM!
bitch
Niggas gon' talk, they talking 'bout shit
gon' bark, I go Mike Vick
Fuck them on that fuck-shit
Suck a nigga dick for TRUKFIT

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