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 "bitch I ain't impressed, you must of got the wrong impression"
Uh, I ain't with the BS, I'm flyer PF
Man, we in hell like a deep breath
Real niggas with real money, real bitches fake asses
If she wanna 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 that "let go my ego"
And my girlfriend is a choppa, I finger that hoe
I am Tunechi, you had me at "hello"
Uh, top Maybach, clean like Ajax
Man I don't fuck with of you niggas like rednecks
We got that work so and get if we don't know you, you pay tax
I put a hole in your apple, that is? Apple Jacks
Uh, pussy nigga I'll you then dance at your funeral
Blood have a nigga drinking his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, call 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
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 break
Bad yellow bitch with a tongue a snake
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 Kush
Smoking gasoline,
The on fire, I'm in here 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 like my motherfuckin' itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you ballin' buy your somethin'
Stayed on the same team like Tim
Shit get real, if you go to catholic school
And if we want it, straight jack it like a room
your ass 100 times and stand over you
Lil so fly, I got arachnophobia
bitch, AK in my firm grip
Leap if you like Kermit, sermons
Preach, reach and I'll smoke ass like Cheech
I be faded like bleach, double barrel,
I my swisher obese, fuck that bitch like police
Fuck these haters with no grease, you get checked, goatee
Money talks bitch and mine like Robin Leach
That lean got me slow as Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, bank heavy, my wallet like a barbell
My girl got a fat cat, I call that shit
We'll bring the O.K. to your doorbell
We pull triggers, not coattails, I make sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', gettin' new
TRUKFIT money, Dew money, tell 'em
I get better like wine, I'm fire like cayenne
In the of my nigga BP, I'll hit a bitch with a car bomb
BOOM!
Lil'
Niggas gon' talk, they talking 'bout shit
Niggas gon' bark, I go Vick
them fuck-niggas on that fuck-shit
Suck a nigga for some TRUKFIT

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