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 naked, in the bed flexin'
I "bitch I ain't impressed, you must of got the wrong impression"
Uh, I ain't with the BS, I'm than PF
Man, we living in hell a deep breath
Real niggas with real money, real bitches with fake
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, that hoe: "let go my ego"
And my girlfriend is a choppa, I finger that hoe
I am Tunechi, you had me at "hello"
Uh, top Maybach, clean like Ajax
Man I don't with none of you niggas like rednecks
We got that work so come and get if we don't you, you pay tax
I put a hole in your apple, what that is? Apple
Uh, pussy nigga I'll you then dance at your funeral
I'll have a nigga drinking his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll call your bluff, pick the up
Her titties fake but look real, cubic zirconia's
Run up in your house, the kids and kill the grown ups
Your bitch me when she hot, Krispy Kreme doughnuts
Shout out to my new hoes, shout out to my old
I'll still that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, they gon' say?
I'm still eating rappers on my fucking break
Bad yellow bitch with a like a snake
I let her suck my dick and then I fuck her to some

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

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

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
at a nigga if you want that Oscar Mayer