Luyện nghe bài hát Burn

Uh, hammer on the dresser, work on the
I'm sitting on the counter blowing purp out my
Red naked, in the bed flexin'
I say: "bitch I impressed, you must of got the wrong impression"
Uh, I with the BS, I'm flyer than PF
Man, we living in hell a deep breath
Real with real money, real bitches with fake asses
If she wanna fuck, I get on my skateboard 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 is a choppa, I finger fuck that hoe
I am Tunechi, you had me at "hello"
Uh, drop top Maybach, clean like
Man I don't fuck with 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 apple, what that is? Apple Jacks
Uh, pussy nigga I'll murder you then at your funeral
Blood I'll a nigga drinking his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll call your bluff, pick the up
Her titties fake but they real, cubic zirconia's
Run up in your house, spare the kids and 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 that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, they gon' say?
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 her to some Drake

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

Uh, money on my mind, I ain't thinking no bitch
I'm talking 'bout that scratch like my motherfuckin' itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you ballin' buy your bitch
Stayed on the team like Tim Duncan
Shit get real, if you scared go to school
And if we want it, straight it like a padded room
Shoot your ass 100 times and stand you
Lil so fly, I got arachnophobia
Burn bitch, AK in my grip
Leap if you feeling Kermit, sermons
Preach, reach and smoke your ass like Cheech
I be like bleach, double barrel, Siamese
I like my swisher obese, 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 Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, bank card heavy, my wallet a barbell
My girl got a fat cat, I call shit Garfield
We'll bring the O.K. to your doorbell
We pull triggers, not coattails, I make lump sums,
I'm stuntin', gettin' new
money, Mountain Dew money, tell 'em
I get better like fine wine, I'm fire cayenne
In the words of my nigga BP, I'll hit a with a car bomb
BOOM! 
bitch
Niggas gon' talk, they ain't talking 'bout
Niggas bark, I go Mike Vick
Fuck them fuck-niggas on fuck-shit
a nigga dick for some TRUKFIT

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