Luyện nghe bài hát Burn (dedication 4)

Uh, on the dresser, work on the stove
I'm sitting on the counter blowing 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 hell like a deep
Real with real money, real bitches with fake asses
If she don't wanna fuck, I get on my and I skate pass her
Money on the table, guns on the
I'm on that syrup, tell 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, drop top Maybach, like Ajax
Man I don't fuck with of you niggas 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, what is? Apple Jacks
Uh, pussy I'll murder you then dance at your funeral
Blood I'll have a nigga his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll 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
Your bitch call me when she hot, Kreme doughnuts
Shout out to my new hoes, shout out to my old
I'll still wear that ass out like a
Bitch, what they say?
I'm still eating on my fucking lunch break
Bad bitch with a tongue like a snake
I let her suck my dick and then I fuck her to Drake

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

Uh, money on my mind, I ain't thinking no bitch
I'm talking 'bout that scratch like my throat 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 want it, straight jack it like a room
your ass 100 times and stand over you
Lil so fly, I got arachnophobia
bitch, AK in my firm grip
Leap if you feeling Kermit, sermons
Preach, and I'll smoke your ass like Cheech
I be like bleach, double barrel, Siamese
I my swisher obese, fuck that bitch like police
Fuck haters with no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
Money talks bitch and mine talks like Robin
That lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle, ask
Uh, bank card heavy, my like a barbell
My got a fat cat, I call that shit Garfield
We'll 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 fine wine, I'm fire like
In the words of my nigga BP, hit a bitch with a car bomb
BOOM!
bitch
Niggas gon' talk, they talking 'bout shit
Niggas gon' bark, I go Mike
them fuck-niggas on that fuck-shit
Suck a nigga dick for some

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