Luyện nghe bài hát Burn (dedication 4)

Uh, hammer on the dresser, work on the
I'm sitting on the blowing purp out my nose
Red naked, in the bed flexin'
I say: "bitch I ain't impressed, you must of got the impression"
Uh, I with the BS, I'm flyer than PF
Man, we living in hell a deep breath
niggas with real money, real bitches with fake asses
If she don't wanna fuck, I get on my skateboard and I skate her
Money on the table, guns on the
Bitch I'm on that syrup, that hoe: "let go my ego"
And my girlfriend is a choppa, I finger that hoe
I am Tunechi, you had me at "hello"
Uh, drop top Maybach, clean 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 in your apple, what that is? Apple Jacks
Uh, pussy nigga I'll murder you then dance at your
Blood have a nigga drinking his own blood, communion
Wake up like Thugs, I'll call your 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 bitch call me when she hot, Kreme doughnuts
Shout out to my new hoes, out to my old hoes
still wear that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, they gon' say?
I'm still eating rappers on my fucking break
Bad yellow with a tongue like a snake
I let her my dick and then I fuck her to some Drake

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

Uh, money on my mind, I thinking 'bout no bitch
I'm talking 'bout that like my motherfuckin' throat itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you ballin' buy your somethin'
on the same team like Tim Duncan
Shit get real, if you scared go to school
And if we want it, straight jack it a padded room
Shoot ass 100 times and stand over you
Lil Tunechi so fly, I got
bitch, AK in my firm grip
Leap if you like Kermit, sermons
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
these haters with no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
Money talks bitch and mine talks 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 shit Garfield
bring the O.K. Corral to your doorbell
We triggers, not coattails, I make lump sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', gettin' new
TRUKFIT money, 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 with a car bomb
BOOM!
Lil'
gon' talk, they ain't talking 'bout shit
Niggas gon' bark, I go Vick
Fuck them on that fuck-shit
a nigga dick for some TRUKFIT

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