Luyện nghe bài hát Burn (dedication 4)

Uh, on the dresser, work 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 deep
Real niggas with real money, real with fake asses
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 finger fuck hoe
I am Tunechi, you had me at "hello"
Uh, drop top Maybach, like Ajax
Man I don't fuck with none of you niggas rednecks
We got that so come and get if we don't know you, you pay tax
I put a hole in your apple, that is? Apple Jacks
Uh, pussy I'll murder you then dance at your funeral
Blood I'll have a nigga his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll call your bluff, the phone up
Her titties fake but they look real, cubic
Run up in your house, spare the kids and the grown ups
bitch call me when she hot, Krispy Kreme doughnuts
Shout out to my new hoes, shout out to my old
still wear that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, what they 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 I fuck her to some Drake

And then I let that Kush burn, let Kush burn
I let that Kush burn
Smoking gasoline,
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 that like 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 scared go to catholic
And if we want it, straight it like a padded room
Shoot your ass 100 and stand over you
Lil Tunechi so fly, I got
bitch, AK in my firm grip
Leap if you feeling Kermit, sermons
Preach, reach and I'll smoke ass like Cheech
I be faded like bleach, barrel, Siamese
I like my swisher obese, fuck that like police
Fuck haters with no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
Money talks bitch and mine talks like Robin
That got me slow as Lisa Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, bank card heavy, my like a barbell
My girl got a fat cat, I that shit Garfield
We'll bring the O.K. Corral to your
We pull triggers, not coattails, I lump sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', new money
TRUKFIT money, Mountain Dew money, 'em
I get better like wine, I'm fire like cayenne
In the words of my BP, I'll hit a bitch with a car bomb
BOOM!
Lil'
Niggas gon' talk, they ain't 'bout shit
Niggas gon' bark, I go Vick
them fuck-niggas on that fuck-shit
Suck a nigga dick for TRUKFIT

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