Luyện nghe bài hát Burn (dedication 4)

Uh, hammer on the dresser, work on the
I'm on the counter blowing purp out my nose
Red naked, in the bed flexin'
I "bitch I ain't impressed, you must of got the wrong impression"
Uh, I ain't the BS, I'm flyer than PF
Man, we living in like a deep breath
Real niggas with real money, real with fake asses
If she don't wanna fuck, I get on my 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 fuck that hoe
I am Tunechi, you had me at "hello"
Uh, top Maybach, clean like Ajax
Man I don't fuck with none of you niggas 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 is? Apple Jacks
Uh, pussy I'll murder you then dance at your funeral
Blood I'll 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, spare the kids and kill the ups
Your bitch call me when she hot, Kreme doughnuts
out to my new hoes, shout out to my old hoes
I'll wear that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, they gon' say?
I'm still eating rappers on my fucking lunch
Bad yellow bitch with a like a snake
I let her suck my dick and then I her to some Drake

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

Uh, money on my mind, I ain't 'bout no bitch
I'm talking 'bout that scratch my motherfuckin' throat itch
Uh, stuntin', if you ballin' buy your bitch somethin'
on the same team like 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 so fly, I got arachnophobia
Burn bitch, AK in my grip
Leap if you feeling Kermit, sermons
Preach, and I'll smoke your ass like Cheech
I be faded bleach, double barrel, Siamese
I like my swisher obese, that bitch like police
Fuck these 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 heavy, my wallet like a barbell
My girl got a fat cat, I call that shit
We'll bring the O.K. Corral to your
We triggers, not coattails, I make lump sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', gettin' new
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 talk, they ain't talking 'bout shit
gon' bark, I go Mike Vick
Fuck them fuck-niggas on that
Suck a nigga for some TRUKFIT

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