Luyện nghe bài hát Burn (dedication 4)

Uh, on the dresser, work on the stove
I'm sitting on the blowing purp 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 in hell like a deep breath
Real niggas with real money, real bitches with asses
If she don't wanna fuck, I get on my skateboard and I pass her
Money on the table, guns on the
Bitch I'm on that syrup, tell 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 with none of you like rednecks
We got that work so 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 murder you then dance at funeral
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 look real, cubic zirconia's
Run up in your house, spare the and kill the grown ups
bitch call me when she hot, Krispy Kreme doughnuts
Shout out to my new hoes, out to my old hoes
I'll still wear ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, what they gon'
I'm still eating rappers on my fucking lunch
Bad yellow with a tongue like a snake
I let her suck my dick and I fuck her to some Drake

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

Uh, money on my mind, I ain't 'bout no bitch
I'm 'bout that scratch like my motherfuckin' throat itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you ballin' buy bitch somethin'
Stayed on the same team like Tim
Shit get real, if you go to catholic school
And if we want it, straight jack it like a padded
your ass 100 times and stand over you
Lil Tunechi so fly, I got
Burn bitch, AK in my firm
if you feeling 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 bitch like
Fuck these haters with no grease, you get chin checked,
Money bitch and mine talks like Robin Leach
That lean got me as Lisa Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, bank card heavy, my like a barbell
My got a fat cat, I call that shit Garfield
We'll the O.K. Corral to your doorbell
We triggers, not coattails, I make lump sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', new money
money, Mountain Dew money, tell 'em
I get like fine wine, I'm fire like cayenne
In the words of my BP, I'll hit a bitch with a car bomb
BOOM!
Lil'
Niggas gon' talk, they ain't talking shit
Niggas gon' bark, I go Mike
Fuck fuck-niggas on that fuck-shit
a nigga dick for some TRUKFIT

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 getting
Holla at a nigga if you want Oscar Mayer