Luyện nghe bài hát Burn (dedication 4)

Uh, hammer on the dresser, on the stove
I'm sitting on the counter purp out my nose
Red naked, in the bed flexin'
I say: "bitch I impressed, you must of got the wrong impression"
Uh, I ain't with the BS, I'm flyer PF
Man, we living in hell like a breath
Real niggas with money, real bitches with fake asses
If she wanna fuck, I get on my skateboard and I skate pass her
Money on the table, 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, clean 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, what is? Apple Jacks
Uh, pussy nigga I'll murder you then dance at funeral
Blood I'll a nigga drinking his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll your bluff, pick the phone up
Her titties fake but they real, cubic zirconia's
Run up in your house, spare the kids and kill the ups
Your bitch call me when she hot, Krispy Kreme
out to my new hoes, shout out to my old hoes
I'll still wear that ass out a wardrobe
Bitch, they gon' say?
I'm still eating rappers on my lunch break
Bad yellow bitch with a tongue a snake
I let her suck my and then I fuck her to some Drake

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

Uh, money on my mind, I ain't 'bout no bitch
I'm talking 'bout that scratch my motherfuckin' throat itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you buy your bitch somethin'
Stayed on the same like Tim Duncan
Shit get real, if you go to catholic school
And if we it, straight jack it like a padded room
Shoot your ass 100 and stand over you
Lil Tunechi so fly, I got
Burn bitch, AK in my firm
if you feeling like Kermit, sermons
Preach, reach and I'll smoke ass like Cheech
I be like bleach, double barrel, Siamese
I like my swisher obese, fuck that like police
Fuck these haters with no grease, you get checked, goatee
talks bitch and mine talks like Robin Leach
That lean got me slow as Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, bank card heavy, my wallet a barbell
My girl got a fat cat, I that shit Garfield
We'll bring the O.K. to your doorbell
We pull triggers, not coattails, I make sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', new money
TRUKFIT money, Dew money, tell '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!
bitch
Niggas gon' talk, they ain't talking shit
Niggas gon' bark, I go 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 booth on fire, I'm in here higher
at a nigga if you want that Oscar Mayer