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 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 don't wanna fuck, I get on my skateboard and I skate her
on the table, guns on the table
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, top Maybach, clean like Ajax
Man I don't fuck none of you niggas like rednecks
We got work so come 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 then at your funeral
Blood I'll have a drinking his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll call bluff, pick the phone up
Her titties fake but look real, cubic zirconia's
Run up in your house, spare the kids and kill the ups
Your call me when she hot, Krispy Kreme doughnuts
Shout out to my new hoes, shout out to my old
I'll still that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, what they say?
I'm still eating rappers on my lunch break
Bad yellow bitch with a like a snake
I let her suck my dick and then I fuck her to Drake

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

Uh, on my mind, I ain't thinking 'bout no bitch
I'm talking 'bout scratch like my motherfuckin' throat itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you ballin' buy your bitch
Stayed on the same team Tim Duncan
get real, if you scared go to catholic school
And if we want it, straight jack it like a padded
Shoot your ass 100 and stand over you
Lil so fly, I got arachnophobia
Burn bitch, AK in my firm
Leap if you feeling Kermit, sermons
Preach, and I'll smoke your ass like Cheech
I be like bleach, double barrel, Siamese
I like my swisher obese, fuck bitch like police
these haters with no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
Money talks bitch and mine like Robin Leach
lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, card heavy, my wallet like a barbell
My girl got a fat cat, I that shit Garfield
bring the O.K. Corral to your doorbell
We pull triggers, not coattails, I make sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', gettin' new
TRUKFIT money, Mountain Dew money, 'em
I get better like wine, I'm fire like cayenne
In the words of my nigga BP, I'll hit a bitch a car bomb
BOOM!
bitch
Niggas gon' talk, they ain't talking 'bout
Niggas gon' bark, I go Mike
Fuck them on that fuck-shit
Suck a nigga dick for TRUKFIT

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