Luyện nghe bài hát Burn (dedication 4)

Uh, hammer on the dresser, work on the
I'm sitting on the counter purp 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 the BS, I'm flyer than PF
Man, we living in hell like a deep
Real niggas with real money, bitches with fake asses
If she don't fuck, I get on my skateboard and I skate pass 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 fuck that hoe
I am Tunechi, you had me at "hello"
Uh, drop top Maybach, clean Ajax
Man I don't with none 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 apple, what that is? Apple Jacks
Uh, pussy I'll murder you then dance at your funeral
Blood I'll have a drinking his own blood, communion
up like Bone Thugs, I'll call your bluff, pick the phone up
Her titties fake but they look real, cubic
Run up in your house, spare the kids and kill the ups
Your bitch call me when she hot, Krispy doughnuts
out to my new hoes, shout out to my old hoes
I'll still wear that ass out like a
Bitch, what they gon'
I'm still eating rappers on my fucking lunch
Bad yellow with a tongue like a snake
I let her suck my dick and then I fuck her to some

And then I let that Kush burn, let that Kush
Yeah I let Kush burn
Smoking gasoline,
The booth on fire, I'm in here higher
Young Money, 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, stuntin', if you ballin' buy your 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 your ass 100 times and stand you
Lil so fly, I got arachnophobia
bitch, AK in my firm grip
Leap if you feeling like Kermit,
Preach, reach and I'll smoke your ass like
I be like bleach, double barrel, Siamese
I like my swisher obese, fuck that like police
Fuck these with no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
talks bitch and mine talks like 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 shit
We'll bring the O.K. to your doorbell
We pull triggers, not coattails, I make sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', new money
money, Mountain Dew money, tell 'em
I get better like fine wine, I'm fire cayenne
In the words of my nigga BP, I'll hit a with a car bomb
BOOM!
bitch
Niggas gon' talk, they ain't talking shit
Niggas gon' bark, I go Vick
Fuck them fuck-niggas on fuck-shit
a nigga dick for some TRUKFIT

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