Luyện nghe bài hát Burn (dedication 4)

Uh, hammer on the dresser, work on the
I'm sitting on the counter blowing out my nose
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 than PF
Man, we living in like a deep breath
Real niggas with real money, real bitches fake asses
If she don't wanna fuck, I get on my and I skate pass her
Money on the table, on the table
Bitch I'm on that syrup, tell that "let go my ego"
And my is a choppa, I finger fuck that hoe
I am Tunechi, you had me at "hello"
Uh, drop top Maybach, clean like
Man I don't fuck none of you niggas like rednecks
We got that work so come and get if we know you, you pay tax
I put a hole in your apple, what that is? Apple
Uh, nigga I'll murder you then dance at your funeral
Blood I'll have a nigga drinking his own blood,
Wake up Bone Thugs, I'll call your bluff, pick the phone up
Her titties fake but they 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, out to my old hoes
I'll still wear that ass out a wardrobe
Bitch, what they gon'
I'm still rappers on my fucking lunch break
Bad yellow bitch a tongue like a snake
I let her suck my dick and I fuck her to some Drake

And then I let 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 barbwire

Uh, money on my mind, I ain't 'bout no bitch
I'm talking that scratch like my motherfuckin' throat itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you ballin' buy your somethin'
Stayed on the same like Tim Duncan
get real, if you scared go to catholic school
And if we want it, straight it like a padded room
Shoot your ass 100 and stand over you
Lil so fly, I got arachnophobia
bitch, AK in my firm grip
Leap if you feeling Kermit, sermons
Preach, reach and I'll smoke your ass Cheech
I be faded like bleach, barrel, Siamese
I like my swisher obese, fuck that bitch like
Fuck these haters with no grease, you get checked, goatee
Money talks bitch and mine like Robin Leach
That lean got me as Lisa Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, card heavy, my wallet like a barbell
My girl got a fat cat, I call that shit
We'll bring the O.K. to your doorbell
We pull triggers, not coattails, I make 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 nigga BP, I'll hit a bitch with a car
BOOM!
bitch
Niggas gon' talk, they ain't talking 'bout
Niggas gon' bark, I go Mike
Fuck fuck-niggas on that fuck-shit
Suck a nigga dick for some

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