Luyện nghe bài hát Burn

Uh, on the dresser, work on the stove
I'm sitting on the counter purp out my nose
Red bone naked, in the bed
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 with real money, real bitches with 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 finger that hoe
I am Tunechi, you had me at "hello"
Uh, top Maybach, clean like Ajax
Man I don't with none of you niggas like rednecks
We got that work so and get if we don't know you, you pay tax
I put a hole in your apple, what is? Apple Jacks
Uh, pussy nigga I'll murder you then at your funeral
Blood I'll have a nigga his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll call your bluff, pick the up
Her fake but they look real, cubic zirconia's
Run up in your house, spare the kids and the grown 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, what they say?
I'm still eating rappers on my fucking lunch
Bad bitch with a tongue like a snake
I let her my dick and then I fuck her to some Drake

And I let that Kush burn, let that Kush burn
Yeah I let that burn
gasoline, bitch
The booth on fire, I'm in here getting
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
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 grip
if you feeling like Kermit, sermons
Preach, reach and I'll your ass like Cheech
I be faded bleach, double barrel, Siamese
I like my swisher obese, fuck that like police
Fuck these 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, bank card heavy, my wallet a barbell
My got a fat cat, I call that shit Garfield
We'll bring the O.K. to your doorbell
We pull triggers, not coattails, I make sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', new money
TRUKFIT money, Mountain Dew money, 'em
I get better like fine wine, I'm fire cayenne
In the words of my nigga BP, I'll hit a bitch with a car
BOOM! 
Lil'
Niggas talk, they ain't talking 'bout shit
Niggas gon' bark, I go Mike
Fuck them fuck-niggas on fuck-shit
Suck a dick for some TRUKFIT

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