Luyện nghe bài hát Burn

Uh, on the dresser, work on the stove
I'm sitting on the blowing purp 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 like a deep breath
Real niggas with real money, real bitches fake asses
If she don't fuck, I get on my skateboard 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, clean Ajax
Man I don't 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 then dance at funeral
Blood I'll have a nigga drinking his own blood,
up like Bone Thugs, I'll call your bluff, pick the phone up
Her fake but they look real, cubic 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, shout out to my old
I'll still wear ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, what they gon'
I'm still rappers on my fucking lunch break
Bad yellow with a tongue like a snake
I let her suck my dick and then I her to some Drake

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

Uh, on my mind, I ain't thinking 'bout no bitch
I'm talking 'bout that scratch like my motherfuckin' itch
Uh, stop stuntin', if you ballin' buy bitch somethin'
on the same team like Tim Duncan
Shit get real, if you scared go to 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
Burn bitch, AK in my firm
if you feeling like Kermit, sermons
Preach, reach and I'll smoke your ass Cheech
I be like bleach, double barrel, Siamese
I like my swisher obese, that bitch like police
Fuck these with no grease, you get chin checked, goatee
Money talks bitch and mine talks Robin Leach
lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle, ask Screech
Uh, bank card heavy, my wallet like a
My girl got a fat cat, I that shit Garfield
We'll bring the O.K. Corral to your
We pull triggers, not coattails, I lump sums, oatmeal
I'm stuntin', gettin' new
TRUKFIT money, Dew money, tell 'em
I get better like fine wine, I'm fire like
In the words of my BP, I'll hit a bitch with a car bomb
BOOM! 
Lil'
Niggas talk, they ain't talking 'bout shit
Niggas bark, I go Mike Vick
Fuck them fuck-niggas on fuck-shit
Suck a nigga for some TRUKFIT

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