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 "bitch I ain't impressed, you must of got the wrong impression"
Uh, I with the BS, I'm flyer than PF
Man, we living in like a deep breath
Real niggas with real money, real with fake asses
If she don't wanna fuck, I get on my and I skate pass her
Money on the table, guns on the
Bitch I'm on that syrup, that hoe: "let go my ego"
And my is a choppa, I finger fuck that hoe
I am Tunechi, you had me at "hello"
Uh, drop top Maybach, like Ajax
Man I don't fuck with of you niggas like rednecks
We got that so come and get if we don't know you, you pay tax
I put a hole in apple, what that is? Apple Jacks
Uh, pussy nigga I'll you then dance 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 but they look real, cubic zirconia's
Run up in house, spare the kids and kill the grown ups
Your bitch call me when she hot, Krispy doughnuts
Shout out to my new hoes, out to my old hoes
I'll still that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, what they gon'
I'm still eating on my fucking lunch break
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
Yeah I let that Kush
Smoking gasoline,
The booth on fire, I'm in getting higher
Young Money, bitch we at the top like

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

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