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 naked, in the bed flexin'
I say: "bitch I impressed, you must of got the wrong impression"
Uh, I ain't with the BS, I'm flyer PF
Man, we living in hell like a breath
Real niggas with real money, real with fake asses
If she don't wanna fuck, I get on my skateboard and I skate her
on the table, guns on the table
Bitch I'm on that syrup, tell that "let go my ego"
And my girlfriend is a choppa, I finger that hoe
I am Tunechi, you had me at "hello"
Uh, drop top Maybach, clean 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, nigga I'll murder you then dance at your funeral
Blood I'll have a nigga drinking his own blood,
Wake up like Bone Thugs, call your bluff, pick the phone up
Her titties but they look real, cubic zirconia's
Run up in house, spare the kids and kill the grown ups
Your bitch me when she hot, Krispy Kreme doughnuts
Shout out to my new hoes, out to my old hoes
I'll still that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, what gon' say?
I'm still eating rappers on my lunch break
Bad yellow bitch with a tongue like a
I let her suck my dick and then I her to some Drake

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

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

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