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 impressed, you must 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 money, real 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, like Ajax
Man I don't fuck none of you niggas like rednecks
We got that work so come and get if we don't you, you pay tax
I put a hole in apple, what that is? Apple Jacks
Uh, pussy nigga I'll murder you then dance at your
Blood I'll a nigga drinking his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll call your bluff, pick the up
Her titties fake but they look real, cubic
Run up in house, spare the kids and kill the grown ups
Your bitch call me when she hot, Kreme doughnuts
Shout out to my new hoes, shout out to my old
I'll still wear ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, what they gon'
I'm eating rappers on my fucking lunch break
Bad yellow bitch with a tongue like a
I let her suck my dick and then I her to some Drake

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

Uh, money on my mind, I ain't thinking no bitch
I'm talking 'bout that scratch like my throat itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you buy your bitch somethin'
Stayed on the same team Tim Duncan
Shit get real, if you scared go to 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 firm
Leap if you feeling Kermit, sermons
Preach, reach and smoke your ass like Cheech
I be like bleach, double barrel, Siamese
I like my swisher obese, fuck that bitch like
Fuck these haters with no grease, you get chin checked,
Money talks bitch and talks like Robin Leach
That lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle, ask
Uh, bank card heavy, my like a barbell
My got a fat cat, I call that shit Garfield
We'll bring the O.K. Corral to your
We pull triggers, not coattails, I lump sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', gettin' new
TRUKFIT money, Mountain Dew money, 'em
I get better fine wine, I'm fire like 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 'bout
Niggas bark, I go Mike Vick
Fuck fuck-niggas on that fuck-shit
Suck a nigga dick for TRUKFIT

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