Luyện nghe bài hát Burn (dedication 4)

Uh, hammer on the dresser, on the stove
I'm on the counter blowing purp out my nose
Red bone naked, in the bed
I say: "bitch I ain't impressed, you must of got the impression"
Uh, I ain't with the BS, I'm than PF
Man, we living in like a deep breath
niggas with real money, real bitches with fake asses
If she don't fuck, I get on my skateboard 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 is a choppa, I finger fuck that hoe
I am Tunechi, you had me at "hello"
Uh, top Maybach, clean like Ajax
Man I fuck with none of you niggas like rednecks
We got that so come 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 murder you then dance at your funeral
Blood I'll have a nigga drinking his own blood,
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll your bluff, pick the phone up
Her titties but they 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
out to my new hoes, shout out to my old hoes
I'll wear that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, what they say?
I'm still rappers on my fucking lunch break
Bad yellow bitch with a tongue a snake
I let her suck my dick and I fuck her to some Drake

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

Uh, money on my mind, I ain't thinking 'bout no
I'm 'bout that 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 school
And if we it, straight jack it like a padded room
your ass 100 times and stand over you
Lil so fly, I got arachnophobia
bitch, AK in my firm grip
Leap if you feeling Kermit, sermons
Preach, reach and smoke your ass like Cheech
I be like bleach, double barrel, Siamese
I my swisher obese, fuck 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 slow as Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, card heavy, my wallet like a barbell
My girl got a fat cat, I call that shit
We'll the O.K. Corral to your doorbell
We pull triggers, not coattails, I make lump sums,
I'm stuntin', gettin' new
TRUKFIT money, Dew money, tell 'em
I get better fine wine, I'm fire like cayenne
In the words of my BP, I'll hit a bitch with a car bomb
BOOM!
bitch
Niggas gon' talk, they ain't talking 'bout
gon' bark, I go Mike Vick
Fuck them fuck-niggas on that
Suck a nigga dick for some

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