Luyện nghe bài hát Burn

Uh, hammer on the dresser, on the stove
I'm on the counter 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 with the BS, I'm flyer than PF
Man, we in hell like a deep breath
Real niggas with real money, real bitches with asses
If she don't wanna fuck, I get on my and I skate pass her
Money on the table, guns on the
Bitch I'm on that syrup, tell that "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 fuck with none of you niggas like
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 at your funeral
Blood I'll have a nigga drinking his own blood,
Wake up Bone Thugs, I'll call your bluff, pick the phone up
Her titties but they look real, cubic zirconia's
Run up in your house, spare the and kill the grown ups
bitch call me when she hot, Krispy Kreme doughnuts
Shout out to my new hoes, out to my old hoes
I'll wear that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, what they gon'
I'm still eating on my fucking lunch break
Bad yellow bitch with a like a snake
I let her suck my and then I fuck her to some Drake

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

Uh, money on my mind, I thinking 'bout no bitch
I'm talking that scratch like my motherfuckin' throat itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you ballin' buy bitch somethin'
Stayed on the same like Tim Duncan
Shit get real, if you scared go to school
And if we want it, straight jack it like a padded
your ass 100 times and stand over you
Lil Tunechi so fly, I got
bitch, AK in my firm grip
Leap if you like Kermit, sermons
Preach, reach and I'll smoke your ass Cheech
I be faded like bleach, barrel, Siamese
I like my swisher obese, that bitch like police
Fuck these haters with no grease, you get chin checked,
Money talks and mine talks like Robin Leach
lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, bank card heavy, my wallet like a
My girl got a fat cat, I call that Garfield
We'll bring the O.K. Corral to your
We pull triggers, not coattails, I make sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', gettin' new
money, Mountain Dew money, tell 'em
I get better fine wine, I'm fire like cayenne
In the of my nigga BP, I'll hit a bitch with a car bomb
BOOM! 
Lil'
Niggas gon' talk, they ain't 'bout shit
gon' bark, I go Mike Vick
Fuck fuck-niggas on that fuck-shit
Suck a nigga dick for some

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