Luyện nghe bài hát Burn (dedication 4)

Uh, hammer on the dresser, work on the
I'm sitting on the blowing purp out my nose
Red bone naked, in the bed
I say: "bitch I ain't impressed, you of got the wrong impression"
Uh, I ain't the BS, I'm flyer than PF
Man, we living in hell like a breath
Real niggas with real money, real bitches with asses
If she wanna fuck, I get on my skateboard and I skate pass her
Money on the table, guns on the
I'm on that syrup, tell that hoe: "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, 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 in your apple, what 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, the phone up
Her fake but they look real, cubic zirconia's
Run up in your house, spare the kids and kill the ups
Your bitch me when she hot, Krispy Kreme doughnuts
out to my new hoes, shout out to my old hoes
I'll still wear that ass out like a
Bitch, what they gon'
I'm still eating rappers on my fucking break
Bad yellow bitch a tongue like a snake
I let her suck my dick and then I fuck her to Drake

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

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 buy your bitch somethin'
Stayed on the team like Tim Duncan
Shit get real, if you scared go to catholic
And if we want it, straight it like a padded room
Shoot your ass 100 and stand over you
Lil Tunechi so fly, I got
Burn bitch, AK in my grip
Leap if you like Kermit, sermons
Preach, reach and smoke your ass like Cheech
I be faded like bleach, double barrel,
I like my swisher obese, fuck that like police
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 wallet like a
My girl got a fat cat, I call shit Garfield
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, Mountain Dew money, 'em
I get better like wine, I'm fire like cayenne
In the words of my BP, I'll hit a bitch with a car bomb
BOOM!
Lil'
Niggas gon' talk, they talking 'bout shit
gon' bark, I go Mike Vick
Fuck them on that fuck-shit
Suck a nigga dick for some

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