Luyện nghe bài hát Burn (dedication 4)

Uh, on the dresser, work on the stove
I'm on the counter blowing purp out my nose
Red bone naked, in the bed
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 like a deep breath
Real niggas with real money, bitches with fake asses
If she don't wanna fuck, I get on my skateboard and I pass her
on the table, guns on the table
Bitch I'm on that syrup, tell that "let go my ego"
And my is a choppa, I finger fuck that hoe
I am Tunechi, you had me at "hello"
Uh, top Maybach, clean like Ajax
Man I don't fuck with of you niggas 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, nigga 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 but they look real, cubic zirconia's
Run up in your house, spare the kids and the grown ups
Your bitch call me she hot, Krispy Kreme doughnuts
Shout out to my new hoes, out to my old hoes
still wear that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, what they gon'
I'm still eating rappers on my lunch break
Bad yellow with a tongue like a snake
I let her suck my dick and then I fuck her to some

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
Young Money, bitch we at the top barbwire

Uh, money on my mind, I thinking 'bout no bitch
I'm 'bout that scratch like my motherfuckin' throat itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you buy your bitch somethin'
Stayed on the team like Tim Duncan
get real, if you scared go to catholic school
And if we want it, straight jack it like a room
Shoot your ass 100 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 your ass like Cheech
I be like bleach, double barrel, Siamese
I like my swisher obese, fuck that bitch police
Fuck haters with no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
Money talks bitch and mine 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 bring the O.K. Corral to your
We pull triggers, not coattails, I lump sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', gettin' new
money, Mountain Dew money, tell 'em
I get better fine wine, I'm fire like cayenne
In the words of my nigga BP, hit a bitch with a car bomb
BOOM!
bitch
Niggas gon' talk, they talking 'bout shit
Niggas gon' bark, I go Vick
Fuck them fuck-niggas on fuck-shit
Suck a nigga for some TRUKFIT

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