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 bone naked, in the bed
I say: "bitch I ain't impressed, you of got the wrong impression"
Uh, I ain't with the BS, I'm than PF
Man, we living in hell like a deep
Real niggas with real money, real bitches fake asses
If she don't wanna fuck, I get on my and I skate pass her
Money on the table, on the table
Bitch I'm on syrup, tell 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 fuck with none of you niggas like rednecks
We got that work so come and get if we know you, you pay tax
I put a hole in your apple, that is? Apple Jacks
Uh, pussy nigga I'll murder you dance at your funeral
Blood I'll have a nigga his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll call your bluff, the phone up
Her fake but they look real, cubic zirconia's
Run up in your house, the kids and kill the grown ups
Your call me when she hot, Krispy Kreme doughnuts
out to my new hoes, shout out to my old hoes
I'll still wear that ass out a wardrobe
Bitch, they gon' say?
I'm still eating rappers on my lunch break
Bad yellow bitch a tongue like a snake
I let her suck my dick and then I her to some Drake

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

Uh, on my mind, I ain't thinking 'bout no bitch
I'm talking 'bout that scratch like my throat itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you ballin' buy your somethin'
Stayed on the same like Tim Duncan
Shit get real, if you scared go to catholic
And if we it, straight jack it like a padded room
Shoot ass 100 times 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 I'll smoke your ass like
I be like bleach, double barrel, Siamese
I like my swisher obese, that bitch like police
Fuck these haters with no grease, you get checked, goatee
Money talks bitch and talks like Robin Leach
That lean got me slow as Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, bank card heavy, my wallet a barbell
My girl got a fat cat, I call that shit
We'll bring the O.K. Corral to doorbell
We pull triggers, not coattails, I lump sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', gettin' new
TRUKFIT money, Mountain Dew money, '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 'bout
Niggas gon' bark, I go Vick
Fuck them fuck-niggas on that
Suck a nigga dick for TRUKFIT

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