Luyện nghe bài hát Burn (dedication 4)

Uh, on the dresser, work on the stove
I'm sitting on the counter purp out my nose
Red bone naked, in the bed
I say: "bitch I impressed, you must 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 don't fuck, I get on my skateboard and I skate pass her
Money on the table, 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 don't fuck with none of you niggas rednecks
We got work so come and get if we don't know you, you pay tax
I put a hole in your apple, what 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 Bone Thugs, I'll call 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 call me when she hot, Krispy doughnuts
Shout out to my new hoes, shout out to my old
I'll wear that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, what gon' say?
I'm still eating rappers on my fucking break
Bad bitch with a tongue like 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
Smoking gasoline,
The on fire, I'm in here getting higher
Young Money, we at the top like barbwire

Uh, money on my mind, I ain't thinking no bitch
I'm talking that scratch like my motherfuckin' throat itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you ballin' buy bitch somethin'
on the same team like Tim Duncan
Shit get real, if you scared go to school
And if we want it, jack it like a padded room
Shoot your ass 100 times and stand you
Lil so fly, I got arachnophobia
bitch, AK in my firm grip
Leap if you feeling Kermit, sermons
Preach, and I'll smoke your ass like Cheech
I be faded like bleach, double barrel,
I my swisher obese, fuck that bitch like police
Fuck these haters with no grease, you get chin checked,
Money talks bitch and mine like Robin Leach
That lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle, ask
Uh, card heavy, my wallet like a barbell
My girl got a fat cat, I call that 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 nigga BP, I'll hit a bitch a car bomb
BOOM!
bitch
Niggas gon' talk, ain't talking 'bout shit
Niggas gon' bark, I go Vick
Fuck them fuck-niggas on fuck-shit
Suck a nigga for some TRUKFIT

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