Luyện nghe bài hát Burn (dedication 4)

Uh, hammer on the dresser, on the stove
I'm sitting on the blowing purp out my nose
Red naked, in the bed flexin'
I say: "bitch I impressed, you must of got the wrong impression"
Uh, I with the BS, I'm flyer than PF
Man, we living in like a deep breath
Real niggas with real money, real bitches with 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 that syrup, tell hoe: "let go my ego"
And my girlfriend is a choppa, I fuck that hoe
I am Tunechi, you had me at "hello"
Uh, drop top Maybach, clean like
Man I fuck with none of you niggas like rednecks
We got work so come and get if we don't know you, you pay tax
I put a hole in your apple, that is? Apple Jacks
Uh, pussy nigga I'll murder you then dance at your
Blood I'll have a drinking his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll call your bluff, the phone up
Her titties fake but they look real, zirconia's
Run up in your house, the kids and kill the grown ups
Your bitch call me when she hot, Kreme doughnuts
Shout out to my new hoes, out to my old hoes
I'll still wear that ass out like a
Bitch, what gon' say?
I'm still rappers on my fucking lunch break
Bad yellow with a tongue like a snake
I let her suck my dick and I fuck her to some Drake

And I let that Kush burn, let that Kush burn
Yeah I let that burn
Smoking gasoline,
The on fire, I'm in here getting higher
Money, bitch 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 motherfuckin' itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you buy your bitch somethin'
Stayed on the same team like Tim
Shit get real, if you go to catholic school
And if we want it, jack it like a padded room
Shoot your ass 100 times and stand you
Lil Tunechi so fly, I got
bitch, AK in my firm grip
Leap if you like Kermit, sermons
Preach, reach and smoke your ass like Cheech
I be faded like bleach, double barrel,
I my swisher obese, fuck that bitch like police
Fuck these with no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
Money talks bitch and talks like Robin Leach
lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, bank card heavy, my wallet a barbell
My girl got a fat cat, I that shit Garfield
We'll bring the O.K. Corral to your
We triggers, not coattails, I make lump sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', gettin' new
TRUKFIT money, Mountain Dew money, 'em
I get better fine wine, I'm fire like cayenne
In the of my nigga BP, I'll hit a bitch with a car bomb
BOOM!
Lil'
Niggas gon' talk, they ain't talking 'bout
Niggas gon' bark, I go Vick
Fuck them on that fuck-shit
Suck a nigga dick for TRUKFIT

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