Luyện nghe bài hát Burn

Uh, hammer on the dresser, on the stove
I'm sitting on the counter 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 flyer PF
Man, we living in hell like a 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, 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 fuck with none of you niggas like
We got that work so come and get if we 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 I'll have a nigga his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, call your bluff, pick the phone up
Her titties but they look real, cubic zirconia's
Run up in your house, spare the kids and kill the ups
Your bitch call me when she hot, Krispy doughnuts
Shout out to my new hoes, out to my old hoes
I'll still that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, they gon' say?
I'm still eating rappers on my fucking break
Bad yellow with a tongue like a snake
I let her suck my dick and then I fuck her to some

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

Uh, money on my mind, I ain't thinking 'bout no
I'm talking 'bout that like my motherfuckin' throat itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you 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 a padded room
Shoot your ass 100 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, double barrel,
I like my swisher obese, fuck bitch like police
Fuck haters with no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
Money talks bitch and mine talks like Leach
That lean got me slow as Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, bank card heavy, my like a barbell
My girl got a fat cat, I call that Garfield
We'll bring the O.K. to your doorbell
We pull triggers, not coattails, I lump sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', new money
TRUKFIT money, Mountain Dew money, 'em
I get better fine wine, I'm fire like cayenne
In the words of my nigga BP, I'll hit a with a car bomb
BOOM! 
bitch
Niggas gon' talk, ain't talking 'bout shit
Niggas gon' bark, I go Vick
Fuck fuck-niggas on that fuck-shit
Suck a nigga dick for TRUKFIT

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