Luyện nghe bài hát Burn

Uh, on the dresser, work on the stove
I'm sitting on the counter 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 flyer PF
Man, we living in like a deep breath
Real niggas with real money, real bitches with fake
If she don't wanna fuck, I get on my skateboard and I pass her
Money on the table, on the table
Bitch I'm on syrup, tell that hoe: "let go my ego"
And my girlfriend is a choppa, I finger that 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 rednecks
We got that work so come and get if we don't you, you pay tax
I put a in your apple, what that is? Apple Jacks
Uh, nigga I'll murder you then dance at your funeral
Blood I'll a nigga drinking his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll call bluff, pick the phone up
Her fake but they look real, cubic zirconia's
Run up in your house, the kids and kill the grown ups
Your bitch call me when she hot, Krispy Kreme
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 eating rappers on my fucking break
Bad yellow bitch with a tongue like a
I let her suck my and then I fuck her to some Drake

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

Uh, on my mind, I ain't thinking 'bout no bitch
I'm talking 'bout that scratch my motherfuckin' throat itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you ballin' buy your bitch
Stayed on the same team Tim Duncan
Shit get real, if you go to catholic school
And if we want it, straight jack it like a padded
Shoot your ass 100 times and over you
Lil so fly, I got arachnophobia
Burn bitch, AK in my grip
Leap if you feeling like Kermit,
Preach, reach and smoke your ass like Cheech
I be faded like bleach, barrel, Siamese
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 as Lisa Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, bank card heavy, my wallet a barbell
My girl got a fat cat, I call that Garfield
We'll the O.K. Corral to your doorbell
We pull triggers, not coattails, I make sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', gettin' new
TRUKFIT money, Mountain Dew money, 'em
I get better like fine wine, I'm fire like
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 them on that fuck-shit
a nigga dick for some TRUKFIT

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