Luyện nghe bài hát Burn (dedication 4)

Uh, hammer on the dresser, work on the
I'm on the counter blowing purp out my nose
Red bone naked, in the bed
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 hell a deep breath
Real niggas real money, real bitches with fake asses
If she don't wanna fuck, I get on my skateboard and I skate her
Money on the table, on the table
I'm on that syrup, tell 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, clean like
Man I don't fuck with of you niggas like rednecks
We got that so come and get if we don't know you, you pay tax
I put a hole in your apple, what that is? Apple
Uh, pussy nigga I'll murder you then at your funeral
Blood have a nigga drinking his own blood, communion
up like Bone Thugs, I'll call your bluff, pick the phone up
Her titties fake but look real, cubic zirconia's
Run up in your house, spare the and kill the grown ups
Your bitch call me she hot, Krispy Kreme doughnuts
out to my new hoes, shout out to my old hoes
I'll still wear that ass out like a
Bitch, what they say?
I'm still eating rappers on my fucking lunch
Bad bitch with a tongue like a snake
I let her my dick and then I fuck her to some Drake

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

Uh, on my mind, I ain't 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 same team like Tim
Shit get real, if you scared go to catholic
And if we want it, straight jack it a padded room
your ass 100 times and stand over you
Lil so fly, I got arachnophobia
Burn bitch, AK in my grip
Leap if you like Kermit, sermons
Preach, reach and I'll smoke your ass Cheech
I be faded bleach, double barrel, Siamese
I like my swisher obese, fuck that bitch like
Fuck these with no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
Money talks bitch and talks like Robin Leach
That lean got me slow as Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, bank heavy, my wallet like a barbell
My girl got a fat cat, I that shit Garfield
We'll bring the O.K. to your doorbell
We pull triggers, not coattails, I make sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', gettin' new
TRUKFIT money, Dew money, tell 'em
I get like fine wine, I'm fire like cayenne
In the words of my nigga BP, hit a bitch with a car bomb
BOOM!
Lil'
Niggas gon' talk, they ain't 'bout shit
Niggas gon' bark, I go Vick
them fuck-niggas on that fuck-shit
Suck a dick for some TRUKFIT

And then I let that Kush burn, let that burn
I let that Kush burn
Smoking gasoline,
The on fire, I'm in here getting higher
Holla at a if you want that Oscar Mayer