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 bone naked, in the bed
I say: "bitch I ain't impressed, you of got the wrong impression"
Uh, I with the BS, I'm flyer than PF
Man, we living in hell a deep breath
Real niggas real money, real bitches 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 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, like Ajax
Man I don't fuck with none of you niggas like
We got that work so and get if we don't know you, you pay tax
I put a hole in your apple, that is? Apple Jacks
Uh, nigga I'll murder you then dance at your funeral
Blood I'll have a drinking his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll your bluff, pick the phone up
Her titties fake but they look real, zirconia's
Run up in your house, the kids and kill the grown ups
Your bitch call me when she hot, Kreme doughnuts
out to my new hoes, shout 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 then I fuck her to Drake

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

Uh, money on my mind, I ain't thinking 'bout no
I'm talking 'bout scratch like my motherfuckin' throat itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you buy your bitch somethin'
Stayed on the same team like Tim
Shit get real, if you scared go to catholic
And if we want it, straight it like a padded room
your ass 100 times and stand over you
Lil so fly, I got arachnophobia
Burn bitch, AK in my grip
Leap if you feeling like Kermit,
Preach, and I'll smoke your ass like Cheech
I be faded like bleach, barrel, Siamese
I like my swisher obese, that bitch like police
Fuck these haters with no grease, you get checked, goatee
Money talks bitch and mine talks Robin Leach
That lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle, ask
Uh, bank card heavy, my wallet like a
My girl got a fat cat, I that shit Garfield
We'll bring the O.K. Corral to doorbell
We pull triggers, not coattails, I make lump sums,
I'm stuntin', new money
money, Mountain Dew money, tell 'em
I get like fine wine, I'm fire like cayenne
In the words of my nigga BP, I'll hit a bitch a car bomb
BOOM!
Lil'
gon' talk, they ain't talking 'bout shit
Niggas gon' bark, I go Vick
Fuck fuck-niggas on that fuck-shit
a nigga dick for some TRUKFIT

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