Luyện nghe bài hát Burn (dedication 4)

Uh, hammer on the dresser, on the stove
I'm sitting on the counter blowing purp out my
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 flyer PF
Man, we living in hell like a breath
Real niggas with real money, real bitches fake asses
If she don't wanna fuck, I get on my skateboard and I skate 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 fuck that hoe
I am Tunechi, you had me at "hello"
Uh, top Maybach, clean like Ajax
Man I fuck with none of you niggas like rednecks
We got that so come 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 I'll murder you then at your funeral
Blood I'll a nigga drinking his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll call bluff, pick the phone up
Her titties fake but they real, cubic zirconia's
Run up in your house, spare the kids and the grown ups
bitch call me when 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 gon' say?
I'm eating rappers on my fucking lunch break
Bad bitch with a tongue like a snake
I let her suck my dick and I fuck her to some Drake

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 higher
Young Money, we at the top like barbwire

Uh, on my mind, I ain't thinking 'bout no bitch
I'm talking that scratch like my motherfuckin' throat itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you buy your bitch somethin'
Stayed on the same like Tim Duncan
Shit get real, if you scared go to school
And if we want it, straight jack it like a padded
Shoot your ass 100 and stand over you
Lil Tunechi so fly, I got
Burn bitch, AK in my firm
Leap if you feeling like Kermit,
Preach, reach and I'll your ass like Cheech
I be faded like bleach, double barrel,
I like my swisher obese, fuck that bitch like
Fuck these haters no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
Money bitch and mine talks like Robin Leach
That lean got me slow as Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, bank card heavy, my like a barbell
My girl got a fat cat, I that shit Garfield
We'll bring the O.K. 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 fine wine, I'm fire like cayenne
In the words of my nigga BP, hit a bitch with a car bomb
BOOM!
bitch
Niggas talk, they ain't talking 'bout shit
gon' bark, I go Mike Vick
Fuck them fuck-niggas on that
Suck a nigga dick for TRUKFIT

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