Luyện nghe bài hát Burn

Uh, hammer on the dresser, on the stove
I'm sitting on the counter blowing 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 living in hell like a breath
Real niggas with real money, real bitches fake asses
If she don't fuck, I get on my skateboard and I skate pass her
on the table, guns on the table
Bitch I'm on that syrup, tell hoe: "let go my ego"
And my girlfriend is a choppa, I fuck that hoe
I am Tunechi, you had me at "hello"
Uh, drop top Maybach, like Ajax
Man I don't fuck with of you niggas like rednecks
We got that work so come and get if we don't you, you pay tax
I put a hole in your apple, what that is? Apple
Uh, pussy nigga I'll you then dance at your funeral
Blood I'll have a nigga drinking his own blood,
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll your bluff, pick the phone up
Her fake but they look real, cubic zirconia's
Run up in your house, spare the and kill the grown ups
Your bitch call me she hot, Krispy Kreme doughnuts
Shout out to my new hoes, out to my old hoes
still wear that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, they gon' say?
I'm eating rappers on my fucking lunch break
Bad yellow bitch a tongue like a snake
I let her suck my and then I fuck her to some Drake

And then I let that Kush burn, let that Kush
Yeah I let that Kush
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 'bout no
I'm talking that scratch like my motherfuckin' throat itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you 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, straight it like a padded room
your ass 100 times and stand over you
Lil so fly, I got arachnophobia
bitch, AK in my firm grip
Leap if you feeling like Kermit,
Preach, reach and I'll smoke ass like Cheech
I be faded bleach, double barrel, Siamese
I my swisher obese, fuck that bitch like police
Fuck these haters with no grease, you get chin checked,
Money talks bitch and mine talks like Robin
That lean got me slow as Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, card heavy, my wallet like a barbell
My girl got a fat cat, I call shit Garfield
bring the O.K. Corral to your doorbell
We triggers, not coattails, I make 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, 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 fuck-niggas on fuck-shit
Suck a nigga for some TRUKFIT

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