Luyện nghe bài hát Burn (dedication 4)

Uh, hammer on the dresser, work on the
I'm sitting on the 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 with the BS, I'm than PF
Man, we living in hell like a breath
Real niggas with real money, real bitches fake asses
If she wanna fuck, I get on my skateboard and I skate pass her
on the table, guns on the table
Bitch I'm on that syrup, that hoe: "let go my ego"
And my girlfriend is a choppa, I finger fuck 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 that work so come and get if we 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 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 real, cubic zirconia's
Run up in house, spare the kids and kill the grown ups
Your bitch call me when she hot, Kreme doughnuts
out to my new hoes, shout out to my old hoes
I'll wear that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, what they gon'
I'm still rappers on my fucking lunch break
Bad yellow bitch a tongue like a snake
I let her suck my dick and then I fuck her to some

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

Uh, money on my mind, I ain't thinking no bitch
I'm talking 'bout that scratch like my motherfuckin' itch
Uh, stuntin', if you ballin' buy your bitch somethin'
Stayed on the same team Tim Duncan
Shit get real, if you scared go to school
And if we it, straight jack it like a padded room
Shoot your ass 100 times and over you
Lil so fly, I got arachnophobia
Burn bitch, AK in my firm
Leap if you feeling Kermit, sermons
Preach, reach and I'll smoke your ass like
I be like bleach, double barrel, Siamese
I like my swisher obese, fuck that like police
Fuck these haters with no grease, you get chin checked,
Money bitch and mine 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 call that Garfield
bring the O.K. Corral to your doorbell
We pull triggers, not coattails, I lump sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', gettin' new
TRUKFIT money, Mountain Dew money, 'em
I get like fine wine, I'm fire like cayenne
In the words of my nigga BP, I'll hit a bitch with a car
BOOM!
Lil'
Niggas gon' talk, they talking 'bout shit
gon' bark, I go Mike Vick
Fuck them fuck-niggas on that
a nigga dick for some TRUKFIT

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