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 with the BS, I'm than PF
Man, we living in hell a deep breath
Real with real money, real bitches with fake asses
If she wanna fuck, I get on my skateboard and I skate pass her
Money on the table, on the table
I'm on that syrup, tell that hoe: "let go my ego"
And my girlfriend is a choppa, I finger fuck 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 hole in apple, what that is? Apple Jacks
Uh, pussy nigga I'll murder you dance at your funeral
Blood have a nigga drinking his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll call bluff, pick the phone up
Her titties fake but they look real, cubic
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, shout out to my old
still wear that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, they gon' say?
I'm still rappers on my fucking lunch break
Bad yellow bitch a tongue like a snake
I let her suck my dick and then I fuck her to Drake

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

Uh, on my mind, I ain't thinking 'bout no bitch
I'm talking 'bout scratch like my motherfuckin' throat itch
Uh, stuntin', if you ballin' buy your bitch somethin'
on the same team like Tim Duncan
Shit get real, if you go to catholic school
And if we want it, jack it like a padded room
Shoot your ass 100 and stand over you
Lil Tunechi so fly, I got
bitch, AK in my firm grip
Leap if you feeling like Kermit,
Preach, and I'll smoke your ass like Cheech
I be faded like bleach, barrel, Siamese
I like my swisher obese, fuck that like police
these haters with no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
Money talks bitch and mine talks Robin Leach
That lean got me slow as Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, bank card heavy, my wallet like a
My girl got a fat cat, I call that 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, Dew money, tell 'em
I get better like fine wine, I'm like cayenne
In the words of my BP, I'll hit a bitch with a car bomb
BOOM! 
bitch
Niggas gon' talk, they ain't talking 'bout
Niggas gon' bark, I go Mike
Fuck them fuck-niggas on that
Suck a dick for some TRUKFIT

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