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 naked, in the bed flexin'
I say: "bitch I ain't impressed, you of got the wrong impression"
Uh, I ain't with the BS, I'm than PF
Man, we living in hell like a deep
Real niggas with real money, real bitches with fake
If she don't wanna fuck, I get on my skateboard and I skate her
on the table, guns on the table
Bitch I'm on syrup, tell 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 Ajax
Man I fuck with none of you niggas like rednecks
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, pussy nigga I'll murder you then 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 fake 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, Krispy doughnuts
Shout out to my new hoes, 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 lunch break
Bad yellow bitch with a tongue like a
I let her suck my dick and then I fuck her to some

And then I let Kush burn, let that Kush burn
Yeah I let that Kush
gasoline, bitch
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 thinking 'bout no
I'm talking 'bout scratch like my motherfuckin' throat itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you ballin' buy bitch somethin'
Stayed on the team like Tim Duncan
Shit get real, if you go to catholic school
And if we want it, straight jack it like a room
Shoot your ass 100 times and over you
Lil Tunechi so fly, I got
Burn bitch, AK in my grip
Leap if you feeling Kermit, sermons
Preach, reach and I'll smoke your ass Cheech
I be faded bleach, double barrel, Siamese
I like my swisher obese, fuck that bitch like
these haters with no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
Money bitch and mine talks like Robin Leach
That lean got me as Lisa Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, bank card heavy, my wallet a barbell
My got a fat cat, I call that shit Garfield
We'll bring the O.K. Corral to doorbell
We pull triggers, not coattails, I make lump sums,
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 with a car bomb
BOOM!
bitch
Niggas gon' talk, they ain't talking 'bout
Niggas gon' bark, I go Vick
Fuck them fuck-niggas on that
Suck a nigga dick for TRUKFIT

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