Luyện nghe bài hát Burn

Uh, on the dresser, work on the stove
I'm sitting on the blowing purp out my nose
Red bone naked, in the bed
I say: "bitch I ain't impressed, you 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 money, real bitches with fake asses
If she don't 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 is a choppa, I finger 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 like rednecks
We got that work so and get if we don't know you, you pay tax
I put a hole in apple, what 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 like Bone Thugs, I'll 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 call me when 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, what gon' say?
I'm still eating rappers on my fucking break
Bad yellow bitch with a like a snake
I let her my dick and then I fuck her to some Drake

And then I let that Kush burn, let that burn
I let that Kush burn
Smoking gasoline,
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 scratch like my motherfuckin' throat
Uh, stop stuntin', if you buy your bitch somethin'
Stayed on the same team like Tim
Shit get real, if you scared go to catholic
And if we want it, straight jack it like a padded
Shoot ass 100 times and stand over you
Lil so fly, I got arachnophobia
Burn bitch, AK in my firm
if you feeling like Kermit, sermons
Preach, reach and I'll smoke your ass Cheech
I be faded like bleach, barrel, Siamese
I like my swisher obese, fuck that bitch police
Fuck these with no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
Money talks bitch and mine talks like Robin
That lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle, ask
Uh, bank card heavy, my wallet like a
My girl got a fat cat, I that shit Garfield
We'll the O.K. Corral to your doorbell
We pull triggers, not coattails, I make sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', gettin' new
money, Mountain 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 with a car bomb
BOOM! 
Lil'
Niggas gon' talk, they talking 'bout shit
Niggas gon' bark, I go Vick
them fuck-niggas on that fuck-shit
Suck a dick for some TRUKFIT

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