Luyện nghe bài hát Burn (dedication 4)

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

And then I let that Kush burn, let that Kush
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 'bout no bitch
I'm talking 'bout scratch like my motherfuckin' throat itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you ballin' buy bitch somethin'
Stayed on the same like Tim Duncan
get real, if you scared go to catholic school
And if we want it, straight jack it a padded room
Shoot ass 100 times and stand over you
Lil so fly, I got arachnophobia
Burn bitch, AK in my firm
Leap if you like Kermit, sermons
Preach, reach and I'll smoke your ass like
I be faded like bleach, barrel, Siamese
I like my obese, fuck that bitch like police
Fuck these haters no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
Money talks bitch and mine like Robin Leach
That lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle, ask
Uh, bank card heavy, my wallet 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 lump sums,
I'm stuntin', gettin' new
money, Mountain Dew money, tell 'em
I get better like fine wine, I'm fire like
In the words of my nigga BP, I'll hit a bitch with a car
BOOM!
bitch
Niggas gon' talk, they talking 'bout shit
gon' bark, I go Mike Vick
Fuck them fuck-niggas on fuck-shit
Suck a dick for some TRUKFIT

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