Luyện nghe bài hát Burn

Uh, hammer on the dresser, work on the
I'm sitting on the counter blowing purp out my
Red naked, in the bed flexin'
I say: "bitch I ain't impressed, you must of got the impression"
Uh, I with the BS, I'm flyer than PF
Man, we in hell like a deep breath
Real niggas with money, real bitches with fake asses
If she don't wanna fuck, I get on my and I skate pass her
on the table, guns on the table
Bitch I'm on that syrup, that hoe: "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, like Ajax
Man I don't fuck with of you niggas like rednecks
We got work so come and get if we don't know you, you pay tax
I put a hole in apple, what that is? Apple Jacks
Uh, pussy nigga I'll murder you then dance at funeral
Blood I'll a nigga drinking his own blood, communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs, I'll call your bluff, pick the up
Her titties fake but they look real, zirconia's
Run up in your house, spare the kids and the grown ups
Your bitch call me when she hot, Krispy Kreme
Shout out to my new hoes, out to my old hoes
still wear that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, what they gon'
I'm still eating rappers on my fucking break
Bad yellow with a tongue like a snake
I let her my dick and then I fuck her to some Drake

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 higher
Young Money, bitch we at the top barbwire

Uh, money on my mind, I ain't thinking no bitch
I'm talking 'bout that scratch my motherfuckin' throat itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you ballin' buy your somethin'
on the same team like Tim Duncan
Shit get real, if you scared go to catholic
And if we want it, jack it like a padded room
Shoot ass 100 times and stand over you
Lil so fly, I got arachnophobia
bitch, AK in my firm grip
Leap if you feeling like Kermit,
Preach, reach and I'll smoke your ass 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 bitch and mine talks like Robin Leach
That lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle, ask
Uh, bank card heavy, my 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, Mountain Dew money, '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! 
bitch
Niggas gon' talk, they ain't talking 'bout
gon' bark, I go Mike Vick
Fuck them fuck-niggas on that
Suck a dick for some TRUKFIT

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