Luyện nghe bài hát Burn

Uh, hammer on the dresser, work on the
I'm sitting on the counter blowing out my nose
Red naked, in the bed flexin'
I say: "bitch I ain't impressed, you must of got the impression"
Uh, I ain't the BS, I'm flyer than PF
Man, we living in hell like a deep
Real niggas with real money, real bitches with fake
If she don't wanna fuck, I get on my skateboard and I pass her
on the table, guns on the table
Bitch I'm on that syrup, tell that "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 with none of you niggas like rednecks
We got that so come and get if we don't know you, you pay tax
I put a hole in your apple, that is? Apple Jacks
Uh, nigga I'll murder you then dance at your funeral
Blood I'll have a nigga drinking his own blood,
Wake up Bone Thugs, I'll call your bluff, pick the phone up
Her titties fake but they look real, zirconia's
Run up in your house, spare the and kill the grown ups
Your call me when 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, what gon' say?
I'm still eating rappers on my lunch break
Bad yellow bitch with a tongue a snake
I let her suck my dick and I fuck her to some Drake

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

Uh, on my mind, I ain't thinking 'bout no bitch
I'm talking 'bout that like my motherfuckin' throat itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you buy your bitch somethin'
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 room
your ass 100 times and stand over you
Lil Tunechi so fly, I got
bitch, AK in my firm grip
Leap if you feeling Kermit, sermons
Preach, and I'll smoke your ass like Cheech
I be faded bleach, double 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 Leach
lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, card heavy, my wallet like a barbell
My girl got a fat cat, I that shit Garfield
We'll bring the O.K. Corral to doorbell
We pull triggers, not coattails, I make lump sums,
I'm stuntin', gettin' new
TRUKFIT money, Dew money, tell 'em
I get better like wine, I'm fire like cayenne
In the of my nigga BP, I'll hit a bitch with a car bomb
BOOM! 
Lil'
gon' talk, they ain't talking 'bout shit
Niggas gon' bark, I go Vick
Fuck them fuck-niggas on fuck-shit
Suck a nigga for some TRUKFIT

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