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 ain't the BS, I'm flyer than PF
Man, we living in like a deep breath
niggas with 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, guns on the
Bitch I'm on that syrup, that hoe: "let go my ego"
And my girlfriend is a choppa, I fuck that hoe
I am Tunechi, you had me at "hello"
Uh, top Maybach, clean like Ajax
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 in your apple, what that is? Apple Jacks
Uh, pussy nigga I'll murder you then dance at your
Blood have a nigga drinking his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll call bluff, pick the phone up
Her fake but they look real, cubic zirconia's
Run up in your house, spare the and kill the grown ups
Your bitch call me when she hot, Krispy Kreme
Shout out to my new hoes, shout out to my old
I'll still that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, they gon' say?
I'm eating rappers on my fucking lunch break
Bad yellow bitch with a tongue like a
I let her suck my and then I fuck her to some Drake

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

Uh, on my mind, I ain't thinking 'bout no bitch
I'm talking 'bout scratch like my motherfuckin' throat itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you ballin' buy bitch somethin'
Stayed on the team like Tim Duncan
Shit get real, if you scared go to catholic
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
Burn bitch, AK in my firm
if you feeling like Kermit, sermons
Preach, reach and I'll your ass like Cheech
I be faded like bleach, double barrel,
I like my obese, fuck that bitch like police
these haters with no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
Money talks bitch and mine talks like Leach
That lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle, ask
Uh, bank heavy, my wallet like a barbell
My girl got a fat cat, I call shit Garfield
bring the O.K. Corral to your doorbell
We pull triggers, not coattails, I make lump sums,
I'm stuntin', new money
TRUKFIT money, Mountain Dew money, 'em
I get better like 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, ain't talking 'bout shit
Niggas gon' bark, I go Vick
them fuck-niggas on that fuck-shit
Suck a nigga for some TRUKFIT

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