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 naked, in the bed flexin'
I say: "bitch I ain't impressed, you of got the wrong impression"
Uh, I ain't the BS, I'm flyer than PF
Man, we living in like a deep breath
Real niggas with real money, bitches with fake asses
If she don't wanna fuck, I get on my skateboard and I pass her
Money on the table, on the table
I'm on that syrup, tell that hoe: "let go my ego"
And my girlfriend is a choppa, I finger fuck hoe
I am Tunechi, you had me at "hello"
Uh, drop top Maybach, clean Ajax
Man I don't fuck with none of you niggas rednecks
We got that work so and get if we don't know you, you pay tax
I put a in your apple, what that is? Apple Jacks
Uh, pussy nigga I'll murder you dance at your funeral
I'll have a nigga drinking his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll call your bluff, pick the up
Her fake but they look real, cubic zirconia's
Run up in your house, spare the kids and 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 that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, what they gon'
I'm still eating rappers on my lunch break
Bad yellow bitch with a tongue like a
I let her suck my dick and then I fuck her to Drake

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

Uh, money on my mind, I ain't thinking 'bout no
I'm talking 'bout scratch like my motherfuckin' throat itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you buy your bitch somethin'
on the same team like Tim Duncan
Shit get real, if you go to catholic school
And if we want it, straight it like a padded room
Shoot your ass 100 and stand over you
Lil so fly, I got arachnophobia
Burn bitch, AK in my grip
Leap if you feeling like Kermit,
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 haters with no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
Money talks bitch and mine talks Robin Leach
That lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle, ask
Uh, bank heavy, my wallet like 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 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, I'll hit a bitch with a car
BOOM!
bitch
Niggas gon' talk, they ain't talking 'bout
gon' bark, I go Mike Vick
Fuck fuck-niggas on that fuck-shit
Suck a nigga for some TRUKFIT

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