Luyện nghe bài hát Burn (dedication 4)

Uh, hammer on the dresser, on the stove
I'm sitting on the counter blowing 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 the BS, I'm flyer than PF
Man, we living in hell like a breath
Real niggas with real money, real bitches with fake
If she don't fuck, I get on my skateboard and I skate pass her
Money on the table, guns on the
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, like Ajax
Man I don't fuck none of you niggas like rednecks
We got that work so come and get if we 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 drinking his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll your bluff, pick the phone up
Her titties fake but look real, cubic zirconia's
Run up in your house, spare the and kill the grown 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 like a
Bitch, what gon' say?
I'm still eating rappers on my fucking lunch
Bad yellow bitch with a tongue a snake
I let her suck my dick and then I fuck her to some

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

Uh, money on my mind, I ain't 'bout no bitch
I'm talking 'bout that scratch like my motherfuckin' itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you ballin' buy your bitch
Stayed on the team like Tim Duncan
Shit get real, if you scared go to school
And if we want it, straight it like a padded room
Shoot your ass 100 times and over you
Lil so fly, I got arachnophobia
Burn bitch, AK in my firm
if you feeling like Kermit, sermons
Preach, reach and I'll smoke ass like Cheech
I be faded like bleach, double barrel,
I like my swisher obese, fuck that like police
Fuck these haters no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
Money talks bitch and mine talks like Robin
lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, bank card heavy, my like a barbell
My girl got a fat cat, I call shit Garfield
We'll bring the O.K. Corral to doorbell
We pull triggers, not coattails, I lump sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', new money
TRUKFIT money, Mountain Dew money, 'em
I get like fine 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 shit
Niggas gon' bark, I go Mike
Fuck them fuck-niggas on fuck-shit
Suck a nigga dick for some

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