Luyện nghe bài hát Burn (dedication 4)

Uh, hammer on the dresser, on the stove
I'm on the counter blowing purp out my nose
Red naked, in the bed flexin'
I say: "bitch I ain't impressed, you of got the wrong impression"
Uh, I with the BS, I'm flyer than PF
Man, we living in like a deep breath
Real with real money, real bitches with fake asses
If she wanna fuck, I get on my skateboard and I skate pass her
Money on the table, guns on the
Bitch I'm on that syrup, that hoe: "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, like Ajax
Man I don't fuck with none of you 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 you then dance at your funeral
Blood I'll a nigga drinking his own blood, communion
Wake up Bone Thugs, I'll call your bluff, pick the phone up
Her titties fake but they real, cubic zirconia's
Run up in house, spare the kids 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
still wear that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, what they 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 I fuck her to some Drake

And then I let that Kush burn, let that Kush
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 like my motherfuckin' throat
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 ass 100 times and stand over you
Lil so fly, I got arachnophobia
bitch, AK in my firm grip
Leap if you like Kermit, sermons
Preach, reach and I'll smoke your ass Cheech
I be faded like bleach, barrel, Siamese
I like my swisher obese, fuck bitch like police
Fuck these with no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
Money talks and mine talks like Robin Leach
That lean got me as Lisa Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, bank 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 triggers, not coattails, I make 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, I'll hit a with a car bomb
BOOM!
bitch
Niggas gon' talk, they 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 that Kush burn, let that Kush
Yeah I let that burn
gasoline, bitch
The booth on fire, I'm in here higher
Holla at a nigga if you want Oscar Mayer