Luyện nghe bài hát Burn

Uh, on the dresser, work on the stove
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 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 asses
If she don't wanna fuck, I get on my skateboard and I pass her
Money on the table, guns on the
Bitch I'm on that syrup, tell 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, like Ajax
Man I fuck with none of you niggas like rednecks
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
I'll have a nigga drinking his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, call your bluff, pick the phone up
Her titties fake but they real, cubic zirconia's
Run up in your house, the kids and kill the grown ups
Your bitch call me when she hot, Kreme doughnuts
Shout out to my new hoes, out to my old hoes
I'll still wear that ass out a wardrobe
Bitch, they gon' say?
I'm still rappers on my fucking lunch break
Bad bitch with 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 burn
Yeah I let that burn
gasoline, bitch
The booth on fire, I'm in here getting
Young Money, bitch we at the top like

Uh, money on my mind, I ain't thinking no bitch
I'm 'bout that scratch like my motherfuckin' throat itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you ballin' buy your bitch
Stayed on the team like Tim Duncan
get real, if you scared go to catholic school
And if we want it, straight jack it like a padded
Shoot your ass 100 times and over you
Lil Tunechi so fly, I got
Burn bitch, AK in my firm
Leap if you feeling like Kermit,
Preach, reach and I'll smoke ass like Cheech
I be faded like bleach, barrel, Siamese
I like my swisher obese, fuck bitch like police
these haters with no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
Money talks and mine talks like Robin Leach
That got me slow as Lisa Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, card heavy, my wallet like 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', new money
TRUKFIT money, Dew money, tell 'em
I get better like wine, I'm fire like cayenne
In the words of my nigga BP, I'll hit a with a car bomb
BOOM! 
Lil'
Niggas gon' talk, they ain't talking 'bout
Niggas 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 Kush burn
Yeah I let Kush burn
gasoline, bitch
The on fire, I'm in here getting higher
Holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar