Luyện nghe bài hát Burn (dedication 4)

Uh, hammer on the dresser, work on the
I'm sitting on the counter blowing 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 a deep breath
Real niggas with real money, bitches with fake asses
If she wanna fuck, I get on my skateboard 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 girlfriend is a choppa, I finger fuck hoe
I am Tunechi, you had me at "hello"
Uh, top Maybach, clean like Ajax
Man I don't fuck with none of you niggas rednecks
We got that work so come and get if we don't you, you pay tax
I put a hole in your apple, what that is? Jacks
Uh, pussy I'll murder you then dance at your funeral
Blood have a nigga drinking his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll your bluff, pick the phone up
Her titties fake but they real, cubic zirconia's
Run up in your house, spare the 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
still wear that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, what gon' say?
I'm still eating rappers on my fucking lunch
Bad yellow bitch with a tongue a snake
I let her suck my dick and then I fuck her to Drake

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

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

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