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 "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 a deep breath
Real niggas with money, real bitches with fake asses
If she don't fuck, I get on my skateboard and I skate pass her
Money on the table, guns on the
Bitch I'm on that syrup, 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, drop top Maybach, clean like
Man I don't fuck with none of you niggas rednecks
We got that work so come and get if we know you, you pay tax
I put a hole in your apple, that is? Apple Jacks
Uh, pussy I'll murder you then dance at your funeral
Blood I'll have a nigga drinking his own blood,
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll call your bluff, pick the up
Her titties fake but they look real, cubic
Run up in house, spare the kids and kill the grown ups
Your bitch call me when she hot, Krispy Kreme
Shout out to my new hoes, out to my old hoes
I'll still wear that ass out a wardrobe
Bitch, what they say?
I'm still eating rappers on my lunch break
Bad yellow with a tongue like a snake
I let her my dick and then I fuck her to some Drake

And then I let that Kush burn, let that burn
I let that Kush burn
Smoking gasoline,
The booth on fire, I'm in here getting
Young Money, bitch we at the top barbwire

Uh, money on my mind, I thinking 'bout no bitch
I'm 'bout that scratch like my motherfuckin' throat itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you ballin' buy your bitch
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 room
Shoot your ass 100 times and stand 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, double barrel,
I like my swisher obese, fuck bitch like police
Fuck these with no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
Money talks bitch and mine talks like Leach
That lean got me 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 sums, oatmeal
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 a car bomb
BOOM!
bitch
Niggas gon' talk, they ain't 'bout shit
Niggas gon' bark, I go Mike
Fuck fuck-niggas on that fuck-shit
Suck a nigga dick for TRUKFIT

And then I let that Kush burn, let that 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 Oscar