Luyện nghe bài hát Burn

Uh, hammer on the dresser, work on the
I'm sitting on the blowing purp out my nose
Red naked, in the bed flexin'
I "bitch I ain't 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 deep
Real niggas with real money, real with 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 syrup, tell 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, drop top Maybach, clean like
Man I don't 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 is? Apple Jacks
Uh, nigga I'll murder you then dance at your funeral
Blood I'll have a nigga drinking his own blood,
Wake up like Thugs, I'll call your bluff, pick the phone up
Her titties fake but they look real, cubic
Run up in your house, spare the kids and the grown ups
Your call me when she hot, Krispy Kreme doughnuts
out to my new hoes, shout out to my old hoes
I'll still wear that ass out a wardrobe
Bitch, what they say?
I'm still eating rappers on my fucking lunch
Bad yellow bitch with a like a snake
I let her suck my and then I fuck her to some 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 higher
Young Money, we at the top like barbwire

Uh, money on my mind, I ain't 'bout no bitch
I'm 'bout that scratch like my motherfuckin' throat itch
Uh, stuntin', if you ballin' 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, jack it like a padded room
Shoot your ass 100 and stand over you
Lil Tunechi so fly, I got
Burn bitch, AK in my firm
Leap if you like Kermit, sermons
Preach, reach and I'll smoke ass like Cheech
I be faded like bleach, double barrel,
I like my swisher obese, fuck bitch like police
Fuck these 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 heavy, my wallet like a barbell
My girl got a fat cat, I call shit Garfield
We'll bring the O.K. to your doorbell
We triggers, not coattails, I make lump sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', gettin' new
money, Mountain Dew money, tell '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! 
bitch
Niggas gon' talk, ain't talking 'bout shit
gon' bark, I go Mike Vick
Fuck fuck-niggas on that fuck-shit
Suck a nigga dick for some

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