Luyện nghe bài hát Burn

Uh, hammer on the dresser, on the stove
I'm on the counter blowing 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 ain't the BS, I'm flyer than PF
Man, we living in hell a deep breath
Real niggas with real money, bitches with fake asses
If she don't wanna fuck, I get on my and I skate pass her
Money on the table, guns on the
Bitch I'm on that syrup, that hoe: "let go my ego"
And my girlfriend is a choppa, I fuck that hoe
I am Tunechi, you had me at "hello"
Uh, top Maybach, clean like Ajax
Man I don't fuck with none of you niggas rednecks
We got work so come and get if we don't know you, you pay tax
I put a hole in your apple, what that is? Apple
Uh, pussy nigga I'll murder you then dance at funeral
Blood I'll a nigga drinking his own blood, communion
up like Bone Thugs, I'll call your bluff, pick the phone up
Her titties fake but they real, cubic zirconia's
Run up in house, spare 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
still wear that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, they gon' say?
I'm still eating rappers on my fucking lunch
Bad yellow bitch with a tongue like a
I let her my dick and then I fuck her to some Drake

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

Uh, money on my mind, I thinking 'bout no bitch
I'm talking that scratch like my motherfuckin' throat itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you ballin' buy your bitch
on the same team like Tim Duncan
Shit get real, if you scared go to catholic
And if we want it, straight jack it like a padded
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, and I'll smoke your ass like Cheech
I be faded like bleach, double barrel,
I like my swisher obese, that bitch like police
Fuck these with no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
Money bitch and mine talks like Robin Leach
That got me slow as Lisa Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, bank heavy, my wallet like a barbell
My got a fat cat, I call that shit Garfield
We'll bring the O.K. Corral to doorbell
We triggers, not coattails, I make lump sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', gettin' new
TRUKFIT money, Dew money, tell 'em
I get better like fine wine, I'm like cayenne
In the words of my nigga BP, I'll hit a bitch a car bomb
BOOM! 
bitch
Niggas gon' talk, ain't talking 'bout shit
Niggas gon' bark, I go 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 booth on fire, I'm in here getting
Holla at a if you want that Oscar Mayer